Let’s make a wild guess: it’s monday, and it’s outrageously hot in that place where you earn your living, and sometimes, just sometimes you’d give anything you have to be somewhere else. Well, here’s to you, comrade: a condensate of outlandish, a pure extract of elsewhere, a reduction to nothing of everything that surrounds you now, to recompose a universe obeying other laws. Three surfers. Neoprene. Flirting with the Polar Circle in northern Norway, seeking for their dope: waves. Surrender to the rocky sounds of Spanish, and the grey magic.