The hidden world is under the skirt, beyond the curtain, behind the mask. Not visible from outside. This is freedom. Bitter synthesizers dissolve in the ether, trammels the space, the motion, the will. Mindless saxophone breaks loose, rushes rampant. The crack of the drums, which is synchronized with CHP and 12 ambulance teams, hypnotic and feverish. Guitar is in itself, cause the guitar player has to play the bass as well, and, believe, it is really hard.
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The hidden world is under the skirt, beyond the curtain, behind the mask. Not visible from outside. This is freedom. Bitter synthesizers dissolve in the ether, trammels the space, the motion, the will. Mindless saxophone breaks loose, rushes rampant. The crack of the drums, which is synchronized with CHP and 12 ambulance teams, hypnotic and feverish. Guitar is in itself, cause the guitar player has to play the bass as well, and, believe, it is really hard. The desperate calls from afar are really desperate calls. No one pretends to listen to someone. Cause this is luxury. Cause you need to fight. And if you fight, you have no time for thinking. You have to let your inner rebel out. Otherwise you’ll be trampled by others. But only real rebels are worse than inner ones. But there’s one mask to hide from them. The mask to let one to hide from masses. And the mass of the sound not to let anyone to hide. #Death-jazz #Full-improv #Avantgarde https://www.facebook.com/MasQueNoirMensk https://soundcloud.com/death-jazz
