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We are creatures of music. We crawl out of the cracks in dance hall floors, dusty festival rooms, and smoky rehearsal jungles. We play because there is no other way. Because sound is our religion, noise is our meditation, and silence... raises suspicion.
Our blood is a mixture of the folklore of various nations, the sweat of soul, the surprises of jazz, the melancholy of indie, the shouts of rock, and the brain waves of fusion. But above all, there is a soul. If it doesn't move us, we throw it away. If it vibrates, we stay until the last beat.
🥁🎸🎺👩🎤
Antanas Jurkevičius – trumpet / flugelhorn / windscape
Ridas Katkauskis – low frequencies / ground tectonic vibrations
Rokas Taurinskas – percussion / heartbeat + extra noise
Gabrielė Pukelytė – vocals / guitar / nervous system
Our blood is a mixture of the folklore of various nations, the sweat of soul, the surprises of jazz, the melancholy of indie, the shouts of rock, and the brain waves of fusion. But above all, there is a soul. If it doesn't move us, we throw it away. If it vibrates, we stay until the last beat.
🥁🎸🎺👩🎤
Antanas Jurkevičius – trumpet / flugelhorn / windscape
Ridas Katkauskis – low frequencies / ground tectonic vibrations
Rokas Taurinskas – percussion / heartbeat + extra noise
Gabrielė Pukelytė – vocals / guitar / nervous system