In Hong Kong, there was this area that was immune from the law machinery of the city ‘till ‘91, known as Kowloon Walled City. It eventually was demolished due to impact on surroundings, however the inhibitors had to move elsewhere to go on with their lives. As for me, I keep broadcasting on behalf of the area that no longer exists from my Tower, hoping that any of them will occasionally tune in and nostalgically share the atmosphere… of home.
…This surrealism above creates a proper kind of setting, which perfectly correlates with the mood embedded in music, exploring metaphorically similar territories of musical landscape, addressing the darker and more twisted side of human mentality, which we all have to deal with one way or another.
We’re all born shit, the difference is in the distance each of us keeps himself from this default state of existence while alive. This is my way of documenting dealing with my shit – you may join or just wanna pass by… Still here?
Ok then, come in.