by TWAIN LEWIS
Music: Stephen Rousselin & Gus Hauer
Voice: Dimitra Kontou & Gus Hauer
Lyrics: the Wipers
Mix & Mastering: Gus Hauer
Artwork : Yulia Shibirkina
© Twain Lewis – 2021
Cradled with dark desires
At the dying doors of a pandemic world
Born from an electronic
they yell at us
Between swamps and snow-capped peaks
of a power plant
melt into mud, buried caves, flashes of lucidity
From Limoges to Paris - Texas
There is Twain Lewis
There's the lockdown
Then there is Twain Lewis
Can't play together. Can't make very loud noise...
Then there is Twain Lewis! We tell you. Third time!
Tinkering bits of stuff. Exchanged via network pipes.
Then there is, you know. Dodge the Dodge. Old forgotten car. Twain Lewis, a locked down industrial trip-hop duo.
A travel between worlds of stories and fables. They eat — you have to eat well! — bits of stuff exchanged via. They come together and assemble from ping to pong, and eventually forge: