Slow rhythms, which guid your death. A demonic blossom, of thoughts and erotic inquisition. EXPORT’s single ‘Love Island’ derives with no genesis, but ends with a twisted arc of a personal covenant, reduced into honesty and a gripping taunt for life and living.
Industrial, hiphop, rap-rock premonitions.
The cheap doesn’t qualify in ‘Love Island’. Only the strong will contain this paranoia of infectious revelry.