Lovely peoplez!
i hope, you had a great start in 2024 with some good vibes and surrounded by your beloved ones!
Today i am excited sharing with you the result of something new which took us almost one year to achieve:
Our beloved artist friend Atelier Linnéa made some of her amazing handmade necklaces based on our logo!
She created this fine limited edition in Mexico from recycled 925 silver
and i am so happy we now can present you the results 🙂
We just put them with an introductionary special price on our refreshed shop amongst some other items, you will find there!
The best thing: We will raffle off one of these amazing necklaces among all orders (no matter what you order!) throughout January!
So, click and have a look around, with a bit of luck one of them will be soon yours!
Some mornings the order goes like this. A dance video. Then an execution. Then an ad for headphones. Then a bombed building. Then somebody’s beach photo. Then a name — a real person, arrested, whose family is asking anyone who will listen for help.
The timeline doesn’t sort by weight. It just scrolls.
And somewhere in that same stream, I’m supposed to post a track. Something with a pulse. Something you can move to.
I won’t pretend that’s easy. There is a particular kind of vertigo in writing a bassline in the afternoon and reading the news at night — the pressure from inside the country, the pressure from outside, and the feeling that any sound you make is either too small or wildly out of place. Some days the honest reaction is to say nothing at all.
But I’ve been making music long enough to know what happens when I choose silence. Nothing transforms. The heaviness just sits there and gets heavier.
Creativity has always been the great lever. Not because it makes anything prettier or easier to look at, but because it’s one of the few forces that can take a dark, unmoving emotion and give it somewhere to go — without lying about where it came from. That’s true for me, in the room, alone with the machines. And it’s true for the people who eventually hear it: some of them living this directly, some of them a whole continent away, wondering why any of it should concern them.
It concerns them because it always did. War and peace are not two separate weather systems. Creation and destruction run on the same energy, pointed in opposite directions — the same intensity, the same conviction, the same capacity to change what a place looks like. One builds, one erases. We choose, constantly, and mostly without noticing.
Everything that flows through one narrow channel eventually reaches all of us. That’s not a metaphor I invented. It’s just how the world is wired now.
So I keep working. Not as an escape from the news, and not as a comment on it either. Something else: a way of holding the weight and still insisting on movement, on rhythm, on a body in a room deciding to dance anyway. That insistence is not a small thing. In certain places, it’s the whole argument.
Project HORMUZ is also this — an attempt to be a voice for people who are being denied one. Through shutdowns, through censorship, through fear. I have no illusions about what a piece of music can do. But a sound can cross a border that a sentence cannot, and it can reach someone who was never going to read the article.
If it reaches you, then for a few minutes, they are not alone in this.
After “How to Keep an Open Heart in Hell,” I said that creativity has the power to push a sound through a wall of concrete. This is that sound. A track born entirely in Persian, out of everything I could not say any other way about what has been happening to Iran this year.
That is the whole song in one sentence. It is the oldest divide there is — and it is exactly the line running through this moment in Iran’s history. A regime that has built its power on death, standing against a people who simply want to live: to dance, to sing, to raise their children without fear. The game does not go on forever. It comes to an end, and everyone gets exactly what they stood for.
How It Came Together
For a long time, a sound had been circling in my head that I couldn’t quite place. Then anger and creativity collided, and the question became almost absurd: what would it sound like if Rage Against the Machine, James Brown, and The Chemical Brothers had a musically illegitimate child?
I called Anja Arnold — my favorite guitarist, and a fellow spirit from The Exile Orchestra. On the very first take, recorded on nothing more than my mobile setup, she threw down riffs other guitarists would kill for, almost as an afterthought. The drums came from KJ Sawka, whose live drum’n’bass and breakbeat playing I’ve admired — and looped on stage — for years. Everything else I played myself: trumpet layered over trumpet until it built into a James Brown-style brass section, bass laid down on keys.
The whole production came together in three nights.
The hardest part wasn’t the music. It was the Persian lyrics. For weeks they sat on my chest like a stone — until suddenly they didn’t. They broke out of me in a single wave, all at once, like something that had simply been waiting for permission.
Listen and Support
“The Endgame” is out now on Bandcamp. Every cent from this track goes directly to people affected by the violence in Iran.
If this song moves something in you, consider owning it — not just streaming it. It’s a small way of turning sound into support.
