A soft whistling escapes away in the fog… Dark metallic bridges connecting different kind of nothingness… a train goes past in a terrific noise of steel and rotating machine… any idea of time and space, of reality’s appearance are fading out and rebuilding at the same time… once, maybe… a human civilization took place there… Lapin feel like drunken menestrels digging through the ruins of an odd society… the sound they create undulates in between rusty cars in pieces, piles of used television, broken aerials, the sound they create blows on the dusty ground and crawls in between abandoned objects spread around; an old radio, some red and blue lined sport shoes, empty beer bottles…It seems to be the biggest society’s compost and Lapin are still playing their post-world-math-doom-trance-rock… Lapin are mad scientist sent from the future to observe the smoky remnants of the system’s failure… Lapin are playing for the ghosts haunting municipal dumps and they generate massive invisible high energized cosmic orgies…

Goat’s ghost trance / Appocalypse beggar’s banquet / Rust for life