Street parade. Earth is back from her yearly trip, and we gather again.
doors open. eyes tilt. everything leans slightly left. the parade returns but the map is different this time. sweat and smoke and organs humming softly under the halle roof.

In BR, true school house, hybrid technics.
A Guy Called Gerald whispers to the cables,
Fabulus plays the set that melts mirrors.
the walls remember your heart beat.

In KW genres slip between fingers
Nive leads the way
molekühl (de)constructs the floor,
S.O.N.S spins you until the last trance,
sound gets sliced, looped, reborn as something tender.

In Halle, the church is open.
XTC sermons with no words, just feeling.

from 23:00 till time forgets itself,
all rooms breathing,
all bars dripping,
smoking in halle,
kissing in BR,
levitating in KW.

Tickets will be available at the door.