See me leave, see me flee the scene on my knees.
Red Can Collective. A band that meets up once a year for a week. The location is the old cinema in a small town on the island of Bornholm.
The state of self-imposed seclusion is sort of a boyish dream come true. Playing, writing, thinking, laughing, eating, drinking and living music every waking moment.
It's a gift and a fulfilling experience.
By the way... We couldn't have done it without the support from our families. Thank you! You can listen to the results on this page.
Enjoy.
Mr. B
Mr. N
Mr. K
Mr. P
Praise and disgrace and piss in the backyards of Memory Lane
Like the spider crawling in and out of my mouth as I sleep.
Grace of Stems
The Longest Days
Certain Sensors
Forcefed
I think there's a hole in my side, certain sensors scream. From a thorn or a bullet or a stinging bee?
