Tell him that I, I love him,
Brush his closed window.
The gravest childlikeness,
I find myself stupid.
Upstanding fucker appears lonely,
The trying affection of tempting good help,
The simplicity of great rivers,
I saw the angel in the marble.
This evil world helping him exist,
Imagine the place,
Happy birthday, happy birthday,
Another kind of innocence.
Infinite nucleus of the night,
We give the great flesh fortune,
Stay and let him not die,
We understand those demons,
Our unencumbered life goals,
I only run on you babe.
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