I am tired,
I want to go to sleep,
My soul is wired,
No point in counting sheep.
I made a mistake [x5]
Trying to write a song,
But I can barely hold a thought.
I have an appointment,
That I forgot about,
I have this appointment,
That I cannot do without.
It’s still hours away,
Why can't he hurry up?
There’s nothing to say,
It’s just my fucking luck.
Blurring the division between found sound and music, I love the way Look At That One evolves from seaside sussuration into an endless drone. Like the shoreline at incoming tide, hard to tell where one texture ends and the other begins. The final track's nagging guitar chords push at the senses with a firm insistence that carries the music onward yet remains fixed, turning endlessly without moving. A quiet, gentle odyssey. Modern Music Dan
Fragile cello and piano recall the bleak childhood of brothers Sebastian and Daniel Selke spent in a large prefab estate in East Berlin. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 10, 2017