CD limited to 50 copies, downloads limited to 30. Each purchase goes with a different photograph. No photo will be sent twice, so once they are gone, the EP will no longer be available.

For CDs: a developed photo goes to the buyer together with the CD.

For downloads: the photos will be sent to the buyer's email address. They are all different from the ones that go with the CD's.

THE STORY:

There is this place in Białystok, eastern Poland, called Bojary. A district with a distinctive rural character, the heart and soul of the city, a snapshot of bygone times. Enter money, stage centre. Real estate, attractive grounds. ‘Decreasing area.’ Underhand tactics of those whose responsibility is to protect the heritage. One by one, those ‘relicts of the past’ are obliterated in accidental fires. Perpetrators are never persecuted, never apprehended, never even mentioned, handsomely paid. By a strange coincidence, housing projects sprout in the same spots. Rules are rewritten to accommodate them. Personal income dressed up as local economy. 'Deleted past.'

“Past Perfect” pays tribute to this place. Since the song appeared on “no12listen”, a few more houses have been reduced to ashes.

Never happy with how it had turned out then, we rebuilt the song, upon the existing structure, giving it a new lease of life. ‘Rebuilt in detail, replaced in parts.’ Past in the present. It can be done.

The photos show those places that still exist. In the manner of all hunted victims, the easiest way to escape is to disperse. So each of you will have a different escapee to take good care of. Photographs, volatile as they are–and themselves a medium from the past–outlive the captured objects. Songs might even be more resilient.

"The present changes the past. Looking back you do not find what you left behind."
Kiran Desai

“He who controls the past controls the future. He who controls the present controls the past.”
George Orwell

YET ANOTHER STORY:

Words are with us at all times. From the moment we're born till they lay our corpses into the hollow. We learn them, utter them, hear them, think them, read them, invent them, forget them, remember them, cherish them, hate them... They make us feel thousands of different emotions.

But what is a word without an idea behind it? What is a word without a human who utters it? Does it sound the same in different mouths?

Imagine you are stranded on a word-deserted island, and all you can carry are just three words... What would they be? Would they be the ones your mother taught you? Your teacher's? A preacher's? An advertising slogan?

Imagine you have to write a three-word eulogy for your best friend, father, mother, husband or wife. What would the words be? Would it be possible to achieve?

In our modern era we look, we listen, we read, but we barely touch the surface of the word. Words become meaningless. Words become forgettable. Words become ambiguous. Words become gibberish.

Get off your fuckin phone. Start listening to one another. Mark your words, they can be a weapon or a remedy.

Get off your fuckin throne. You don't know everything. You learn till you die. Get deeper, find the golden nugget.

Choose your words wisely.

They truly deserve that.

“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.”
Henry Ward Beecher

“Words are like nets–we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.”
Jodi Picoult