Third album from Germany's Marbert Rocel, combining deep electronica, minimal house textures and jazz with classy pop music. Rocel spend most of their time looking out of the window and smoking. Then they make music, someone draws for a while, and they soon go back to looking out of the window and making music. Marbert Rocel are twinkle-toed, and yet hardly tangible when you try to grasp them. They combine dance music with songs, songs with cookies and, in turn, cookies with dance music. Therefore, Marbert Rocel spent a lot of time touring -- playing gigs in Germany, Holland, Italy, Poland, indoors, outdoors, on the roof, in the cellar, in small groups, in front of many people, and in front of very many people. At a concert on Enceladus in 2010, Marbert Rocel met Martin Kohlstedt. He seemed to fit perfectly to the band and behind the Rhodes, thanks to his constant eight-armness and his tiger stripes. Marbert Rocel live in a flat share in Leipzig. The sound of a kick resounds daily. Sometimes, four guys are sitting in four different rooms and tweaking four different tracks. On rare occasions you can hear the piano sounding from the flat below. This album deals with the all-too human abiding themes of love, lonesomeness, a sore throat or disappointment, and describes a progression from the early evening hours to the early morning hours. The time in which one reflects, dances, whines or simply smokes and looks out of the window.