Adrian H And The Wounds - Dog Solitude mp3 download

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Dear boys and girls. Let me tell you a story. It will carry you away from the present and throw you into the depth of dark and gloomy London nights, somewhere around 18th or 19th centuries. Those days were full of strange, even horrible deeds. People try to forget the bloody past, all the sorrow and atrocity that filled the hearts of the ordinary men and woman. Even a short way back home in the night could become the worst experience ever. Turn around, always stay wide awake; be careful, because the eyes of the ambushing terror are aiming on you. You roll yourself into the long coat, trying to dispose of terrible goosebumps which freeze you into the depth of your miserable heart. Nothing can help you when the creeping death follows your steps trying to hunt you down, seeking to suck the brain out of your bones. You start to run the slippery pavement, desperately trying to find even the smallest light in the end of the dark lightless street, but nothing is around and nobody will help you. But stop, what is that. Isn't it a crowded pub there in front of you? And yes, finally, the salvage is so close. You run your last breath down and break into that last beckoning hope. Oh dear Lord, you are safe now! All the people around, the warmth of the fireplace and a good pint of a foamy beer. You look around and recognize the scene in the corner of the hall with a band on it. And surely, that is exactly what you need in order to dive into the atmosphere of the creepy chilling fogy night. The expressive voice of Adrian H guides your every new coming sip as it flows into your stomach. Both passion and strength are woven together in that special voice to bring the relaxation to your heart squeezed with horror. Your mind already filled with alcohol start to drift into the theatrical show casted by the total fusion of styles from the wide ballads and to the crazy cabaret driven songs. Piano and sax layers are mixed together to bring the delight into the suffering soul, erasing the borders between music and poetry. But the deeper you dive into the show, you start to realize that the faces around are nothing more than masks which hide the terror nature of surrounding zombie party, where you are nothing more than the main course and final bloody entertainment. Nowhere to run anymore, eat your "Cookies and Cocaine" and just dance to the rhythms of murder while the last thing that you will hear today and for eternity is the sound of the gentle but cruel voice of Adrian H and his devoted Wounds.