Robag Wruhme working on the material. On the very same piece. And performing two different movements. First thinking in category Album: who will hear it where? also: mood position length. Second thinking in category Maxisingle: a spinning-tool for the club – another form of another functionality: accelerating the rhythm lowering the harmonicmelodious still preserving the nature of the song. And each version should make you HOT for the other! Nata Alma a voice loses itself in the infinite a car brakes a horse whinnies the sun scorches relentless. Further further on towards the flickering stoically. Water flames on the horizon Fata Morgana a mirage. »And you might say we've got no place to go?« - okay? no notokay at all!: Shuffle. Nata Alma melancholic Eight-minute-forty. A love song a wave good-bye: »And you might say that you need me no more?« sings Sidsel Endresen alongside Bugge Wesseltoft's swells and ebb-aways – metal never sounded so longing; a buzzing swing a siren call from afar. Robag Wruhme takes a seat at the organ and plays minor bass notes. He gets up leaves the room and lays down a dry rock of funk: wooden kick on wooden snare tight-cut voices driving hi-hats and shakers gated synth danglers and percussion loops. Relentless stoically. »And you might say that it's over?« – relentless maybe but that's how he creates the Further: keep going! dance it off! a new day rising! And right here. Flip it and keep on moving: Venq Tolep. A summer meadow grass-stains a gentle breeze an early smell of hay. Venq Tolep. Endorphins tickle under the skin. A percussive spectacle dance of the insects. Hopping around in flat shoes the beat is phat and reverberated by a cluster of trees. Stabs on the e-piano set in picturing the euphoric moment when Loving-feelings walk hand-in-hand with a Hint of Melancholy. Robag Wruhme Nata Alma and Venq Tolep - music for dance floors inside and outside music for the summer day and night and for convertibles on the way there.