Salamanda
It was quiet for a while. At least, it seemed that way. Even just until Salamanda, freshly skinned, crawled out of his swamp, with newly acquired strength, hungry. Because that's roughly how it is about the four boys from Flensburg, who have been making music together for a few years now.
He is constantly experimenting, moving between driving melodies and sound-sounding "noise" walls, psychedelic pop and ecstasy. Always searching for a goal that does not exist, he would like to give himself over to his own madness.
