J’ouvre les yeux sur un miroir.
Ma peau est blanche et cernée de noir.
Je souris à peine.
J’attends. J'attends.
J’attends que mon tour vienne.
Et sur la scène, il fait déjà nuit.
Un mince cercle marque ma place.
Mais il n’y a pas de bruits.
Ni de cris.
Ni de mouvements.
Où sont ceux qui m’attendaient?
Se sont-ils glissés par la grande porte?
(Comme mes rêves...)

/ Audrey Miras

I open my eyes to a mirror.
My skin is white against the shadows.
I barely smile.
I wait. I wait.
I wait for my turn to come.
And on the stage, the night arrives before me.
The thin circle marks my place.
But there are no screams.
No noise.
No movement.
Where are the ones who were waiting for me?
Did they slip away under the big door?
(Like my dreams...)

/ Audrey Miras

The physical release (available soon), which we built with production designer Opashona Ghosh, is a street-like explosion of materials.

• Metal box with screen printed logotype grid

• Spiral-bound booklet

• Cover artwork card

• Fold-out album infographic on tracing paper in pocket with inner screen print

• Photograph

• X-ray (unique to each box)

• Coloured graph papers with varying grids to use as you like  

• Digital download coupon

• Vinyl peel-off artwork sticker

• Carpenter pencil (unsharpened)

• Elastic band for structural integrity

This is demanding, frenetic, splintered, oddly beautiful music, like the country it comes from.

If you try to pin it down and put it in a box, it will fight you.

And win.