a man from a faraway bleak country Poland would like to say cheers to that man Triptofan whose music is equally nicely bleak as East European countryside. His music pulsates with hillbillysism with somehow muffled voice hurt and hurtful guitars. listen to those qasi disjointed solos where you cannot decide if this guitar want to be acoustic or electric or just wail secret woes of the world force fed with industrialism.
a man from a faraway bleak country Poland would like to say cheers to that man Triptofan whose music is equally nicely bleak as East European countryside. His music pulsates with hillbillysism with somehow muffled voice hurt and hurtful guitars. listen to those qasi disjointed solos where you cannot decide if this guitar want to be acoustic or electric or just wail secret woes of the world force fed with industrialism.