6:251a8c
Reginald van der Dulle
Trossingen
Diffident strings twine about the depressing atmosphere of deteriorating, old industrial plants. The gentle lament of ancient days' victims harmonizes with the ever-present noise emerging from the dump of wasted existences. All these sounds and melodies conflate into a testimony of inner conflict, melancholy and solitude. I'm sorry I won't provide dance music. Instead I'd like to offer you gloomy stories to be completed in and told by the minds of their listeners... Booking: 6.251a8c@gmail.com