My Own Private Alaska

A trio that cannot be pigeonholed. Three sitting musicians. A pianist whose notes flow like lifeblood. A drummer whose nerves strike the beat as if today was the last day to live. And a singer whose brain is sentenced to overflow without respite... Sometimes violent, sometimes soothing, always redeeming, never free. Three different pieces of the human being finding their souls and leaving all these modern sacrificed landscapes far behind. Bass and guitar are left aside to create a brand new musical horizon : an unhappy medium between Chopin, Nirvana, Danny Elfman and Envy, somewhere in Alaska.