Final Descent Into Vinterjazz: Nightmaries (DK)

The world is darkening, and art is the first place where it is felt as a mirror that shows too much and too late.

While the world feels heavier, darker and more twisted, Nightmaries lets the moods of madness seep into the music like a poison that works slowly but surely - like the collective anxiety that vibrates under the floor.

The music is a Copenhagen Cowboy's worst fever dream - dripping with everything that normally only appears to your mind when the lights are turned off and your eyelids are closed. Guest singers and saw-wrenchers are drawn like shadows from the subconscious into your night's sleep. Just with your eyes open.

The tracks unfold like little dream fragments in the east and west.

Satan created woman, and now he is missing the eardrum.