Love A

In the artist's words:

Love A is like that scene in a film noir where someone suddenly screams out of nowhere at a point where you actually expected them to stay on the ground and keep smoking. Then something explodes. Someone keeps screaming. The main thing is that everyone screams! But these screams are the result of that precise pissed-offness that can never become conformity. Lyrics in which no self-optimizer feels comfortable - and music like weird architecture that you can't look past.

Sweat, tears and raised fists. Isn't that what you want? That's punk, you know? But really: with all the emotions you know from home. But it's about much more than this "the beer is all" feeling. Because it's all gone - and it's never coming back. It's about feelings. About everyone. From the very top, to the very bottom within 7 shots. Meandering melancholy and precise pop. You want to move and aggressively tread water at the same time, until perhaps a hole appears into which you can then disappear, because all of this affects you too:

Every word, every note. Head off, music on. That is Love A.