Winter was invented during the last century’s mid-seventies. The cold came soon after, then precision, the collar of the coat and the rumble-sound in the empty rooms. Everything happened as a result, like a shiver. Before it looked just like a province, your same old and gray province. Now tapes had appeared and had changed everything. The titles in black marker on the sidelined up on the desk: The Cure, Sister Of Mercy, Joy Division, Echo & The Bunnymen, Jesus & Mary Chain, Young Marble Giants, Out Of Cage… You couldn’t stand still, and you haven’t stopped since then. Be Forest’s sound is a clear and cold breath that comes from that winter. It is not a memory, not a revival. There are the same dark and dazzling shock that still shakes the feedback of their restless guitars, that bounces in their dark drums, which sparkles in the icy glare of that voice. A perfectly balanced sound, between the extent of absolute cold and the full passion of their songs.

Brand new, never played, sealed