裸の心

The sound flows like a boundless stream - fragments of words, voices, rhythms, seemingly arranged at random, yet ultimately forming a complete puzzle of mood. Somewhere between the shouts and drawn-out ‘woos’ a feeling of trance is born: as if you are driving along the motorway at night, the headlights of neighbouring cars flashing, and your thoughts mingling with the music until they become completely indistinguishable. It's not about words and meanings, but about a state of being - getting lost, dissolving, and suddenly catching a strange peaceful high where there seems to be only noise and chaos.