Orange & Romanian Sci-Fi

Do you know what's even better than the scent of a peeled orange? The same orange, sliced and covered with traces of sugar, cinnamon and bitter chocolate. Maghrebinian perfection. A shot of Cointreau is definitely non-halal and very haram, but who asked the book anyway.

The studio has been moved 500 miles and there's still a lot of music to be made. Took a day off from mopey psychedelic guitar excess to go back into time. I'm a huge fan of very obsolete, pre-60es imaginations of the future. I'd love to live in a world of Jules Verne estampes, of Lilienthal's accident and bearded scientists in tuxedos, fondling a piece of Radium without safety nets and stuff.

We were daydreaming about hypothetical Romanian sci-fi movies of the post-war time. Romania's not exactly home of the great modern sci-fi movie, but what is modern anyway. Imagine three Romanian scientists, Radium traces glowing in their moustaches, sipping Cointreau and having a good time with Hammond's organ, glockenspiel, surf guitar and drums. Of course, lots of wrong notes and distortion, but all in all a nice day, before chilling out in some huge Bucuresti cathedral. Frankincense and so on. Then we recorded the music. Should be up there in a few hours.