A drifting row-boat under the starry night skies. A weeping melody landing on the moon reflected riverbed where anemones and soft velour lies. A sweet beat and a groove progress so mercylfull. Gunhild

makes cinematic indie-pop and sings intimately, dances melancholically to it, while the uplifting, dreamy and colorful electronic textile weaves on and on into euphoric pleasure. An ambivalent joy.