"What we talk about when we talk about love? About the anger in our tummies and the ties between us. Small revolutions in sight. A flock of birds learns to fly in the attic of a horse farm, of all places: Alex, Anne, Antu, Ariel, Lena, Lucien, Rahel, Zooey, little birds cooking, sweeping, singing, silent for one another—old enough to know that powering through on your own is cheating. In Preddöhl, of all places, towards no man’s land, where the farmyard huskeys howl at Elon Musk’s satellite train at night. Whomever has a good ear rather suspects the utopia (down) here, in a community, spiritually bound to no one and imperfect timbre, musically prepared for when overcome." BlauBlau Records, Autumn 2021