Blurred haunted house blues and grim odes to the dead. The band's name is reminiscent of the fairy tale brothers, but in the context of Dennis Grimm's work as a nightmare supplier. Shoegazer-Drone-Blues in fucking minor. With emotional, melancholy songs that seem to come from beyond the night. The sound world of the Nick Cave sounds again and again, also because the Berlin-based Grimm likes to paint his voice with effect-generated music, like Warren Ellis does for Cave. He sings his soul as if the horned man were sitting on his shoulder. A freely played saxophone emerges from the darkness, while the guitar strikes stoically and scratches noises. Then Grimm raises his voice with gospel and southern blues from the non-reality of the dawn and the blues guitar becomes more and more distorted as the day gets lighter. An extraordinary 2nd album, which Berlin has never heard before.
