goddamn

An explosive mixture of hungover dawn, rock ‘n’ roll illusions, and the eternal “what the hell.” Sirens, empty spending, and endless attempts to prove to yourself that your soul is still intact, even if your body is falling apart at the seams. There is laughter through profanity and longing for a youth that seems as if it never existed. Everything is based on honest confession: the chance is lost, the burden is still there, but while the music is playing, you can at least swear out loud and drive on, even if there is no one else in the car.