We play youth music, in the style of those who have no metronome.
We are Guitar and Cymbal and Bass and Drum wave.
We sound like sharp rocks on a big hillside in the blue spring.
We sound like a river speeding through a slow carved valley in summertime.
We play like the heather on fire in the furious gales of autumn.
We play like our songs will turn away the white winter.
No one comes from where we come from.