Atlantic by Bobby Rausch

Longing for the wind, thirsting for boundlessness, coastlines awash with history / hidden lines run through the water, invisible to those who see / old wounds cut your hands, audible to those who hear / bloodshed and art, salt and sugar, drink them up! / time and silt, eat them up / who cares about words, when the flood arrives / devour it, as long as you can / no / you don’t understand a thing / painless, helpless, motionless as the wave approaches you, all you can do is wait / countless others before you have faced a similar fate / nevertheless / what a shitty word, nevertheless / just close your eyes now / everything here is bright, even in the night, longing desperately for the wind, relentlessly for boundlessness / the coastlines awash with history.

If BOBBY RAUSCH has perfected anything, it's breaking away from convention. This is evident right off the bat with their unusual line-up: bass clarinet (Lutz Streun) meets baritone saxophone (Oleg Hollmann) meets drums (Nico Stallmann) - performing as a trio, these musicians conjure up sound effects that are as unpredictable as the band itself.