At the beginning of 2020, a new band with a heightened sense of self-entitlement was scuffing its glamorous, glittering and dusty hooves. It was about everything, about soul and rock, about indie guitars and attitude, about driving away evil spirits and embracing good ones.
No stone was left unturned: Welcome SCHIMMERLING! During the pandemic, SCHIMMERLING 's ambition became a cutting boomerang that cost the band several heads. All the sweat, the endless tears, the 360-degree infatuation with the music, the people, the songwriting - all for the garbage can? Is the glow of the SCHIMMERLING in the thick fog of pop culture deep sleep in danger of fading into a low-light glow?
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