Red On

When the first raindrops come together in the “Red On” storm cloud to elegantly envelop the cool gray concrete meadows of the small town slopes, the sound changes as they emerge. Fields of tension between the rhythms of the electricity pylons and the deep, falling skyscrapers are released in a gentle certainty, bright and pleasantly bitter. Every breath of fresh air after the storm awaits the piercing thunders in the most unpredictable moments only to surprise. Everything was always
Every latest freak weather event is monitored closely. Even if it immediately gets dark again, the presumed light is created by lightning. While the first two albums were still locked in free spaces, “Red On” begins in the wild monotony of the infinite nature exactly between time and space. Everything was always there