A punch, a caress from Poland.

They play Jazz without knowing it, they play and that’s enough.

They play. They caress you with light foundations between electronics and threads of wind instruments. Then a sudden slap from Mr. Zorn. Not even time to react and you're floating on a frozen lake of winds, electronic drones supported by light strings of bows.

Blessed. Sudden slap and an avalanche of sounds, always them turning over, creating a heavy wall. Many voices shout a sweet incomprehensible song.

Rock, Jazz. Emotions. They dance confused in a glacial little theater, changing clothes, mixing them without tragedy. Happy to experience this exchange of roles. A little theater.

A dance over musical ruins and joining this dance is only pleasure.

Tracklist and Videos

01   Koniec (00:00)

02   Widzenie (00:00)

03   Krew (00:00)

04   Rajza (00:00)

05   Atak (00:00)

06   Trzeba to zrobić (00:00)

07   Metanol (00:00)

08   Echotony (00:00)

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