Jonas Albrecht – SCHREI MICH NICHT SO AN ICH BIN IN TRANCE BABY
Drums reach out like the palm of our senses.
The sweat becomes the current of our vulnerability.
Jonas Albrecht discovers the source of his inner healing in physical exhaustion. Between skin and corpse, he pours on his humility. The pulse is the pattern of an expanding time, the repetition unveils itself as salvation, the overstrain as a vibrating necessity. The drum sound slowly gnaws through the soft rocks of the trance. A hammering until the hearts vibrate, in the struggle with finiteness.