The break is over, it’s getting kashual again, while all that plastik enters the brains of migrant birds. Yet, the music will continue. At the edges. There, where innovative societies form. Anti-profit units, uniting to get back open fire energy for crisp seminal poetry. Wormhook from Glasgow can foster such. With unpolished arrangements, where keyboard sounds create keyboard sounds, whilst organ magic witches, contra punctuated by beauty noises from several voices. They sing like Anohni, after she started to be a part of Sigur Rós. But hey: let’s not associate. Wormhook hooks without references. It’s their singing, in the song, not on top. It’s their sparse use of guitar chords, piano tones, and the sound from there, that is now here.

Let’s dive into these woven intros in the shadow of the jelly tower, where hypersonic mind control by the ones in the sky change the weather at the window that we love to look through right into the creation face. Some rhythms from machines that never were born to be a machine make ends meet. They bring speed yet not to eat. Grooves for the mind, leaving steppers behind. You can be in folk mood too, singing the blues that isn’t blue. But before more directions for use confuse, we leave this deep human record to your auditory. Be ready to be ready. For door openers. For new horizons in a different climate without seasons. After listening you will have many reasons to change your life or stay where you are. As nothing is the same. That’s a promise. We keep it!