marbert rocel - catch a bird

Swept off their feet by having created typhoons on stage with nothing but vocals, rhodes, brass, MPC and synth the trio set about a new album. They loaded their giant turtle (acquired as a bargain after the Copernicus disaster) with musicians, fruit and a box of instant emotion, to ride up to Holger on the mountain. While he prepared the finest German food for the band they found the recipe for their album: keys (white and black ones in the ratio of 2 to 11 divided by f), a lovely distant voice, the twitter of gryphons (temperature depending the tunes needed to be adjusted by 19 to 21 per cent), purring basslines, transformer drums, milk, a wood-fired oven, brass angled by 3 degrees east and a bit of lunar dust. Over the course of the last 525,601 minutes Malik and Panthera took turns in counting backwards while Spunk lived in disguise with a bird family next to the sports ground. They found glowing mountains of remixes from Solomun over Trus’Me to Douglas Greed, smilingly recorded lots of beats and painted their soundscapes at guest performances from Amsterdam to Olganitz, from the Fusion to the SonneMondSterne festivals.

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