Novosibirsk, from the appartment window, we see the Ob Sea - "The Artificial Sea"... the snow covers up the ashes of time, tired men's bodies ; relics from a world where exhausted love rests. It rains on "City Island" from now on. Those soundscapes sticks to the rainy days. Melancholy an electronic pulsation to the music; cherishing our burdenned hearts. And we start on travelling some forgotten places where one dreams to be... This voice a pick that breaks the ice from our hearts. Those melodies are pieces of happiness to the reach of our frozen hands.
| 01 Gloryhole | 02' 58" |
| 02 The Light Of 1,000 Televisions | 03' 23" |
| 03 Tunnel Vision | 03' 14" |
| 04 Ride This Thing | 04' 11" |
| 05 Vor | 03' 28" |
| 06 Things We Spent | 03' 58" |
| 07 Happy Ending | 03' 28" |
| 08 Better Living | 03' 35" |
| 09 Outpost | 03' 47" |
| 10 Milemarker | 03' 26" |
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