The seconds that ticked away slowly left us wondering about this sweet emotion we toyed around with. The flowing rhythm of silent outbursts left untouched amidst the cries of the tearful children. Where were we left? Just beyond the valley of orchards and evergreens. There we saw the sweetness. The blueberries. But sometimes blueberries are red.
Found on a paper cup, we proceeded the beginnings of a small piece of energy kept between somewhere within the four of us. Jan 1998 saw us putting these together into definite things called "hardcore". We made the studios our temporary domain until moving forth to something more enticing: the stage. It was May. The walk through felt no need for familiarities. They already knew us. Pushed, shoved, simply stood. The Hardcore Fest '98. Our existence was implying recognition by the time our first three babies were born slightly after. Taste of further afflictions only to be delayed. Three tracks for vinyl and two for a comp. The doors re-opened in October, they managed to recall the light smoky Area 22 mist. Time told less stories until December saw us heaving the last few breaths of reaching out: at BanzaiKore. The lights slowly dimmed on our existence as we pondered: How much more was there to really create?? Another outburst, another denial. Another emotion left to tire. Beaten, left, fell apart. But not yet a fingerprint. The pad came out in July 1999. We made it good this time. Premature was it not. Delivered nevertheless. 10 songs. Your meal is served.
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