2019: In an abandoned concrete factory in Berlin, amidst a stash of acrylics, we have our rehearsal
space. There, we handcraft the first incarnations of the Afraid To Leave songs, early versions of Your
Skin and Into The Night for example. The songs got crooked working titles and we are blissfully
2020: Spring's EU tour is getting cancelled midway, and we don't even bother our comrade Corrado to
book the next two journeys, for they wouldn't be possible any way. An American label that has shown
great interest in carrying the new album bids farewell to that idea. We continue to sharpen and refine
the songs in the basement of an abandoned office building. There's a vietnamese restaurant above us.
Late 2020 + 2021 = 4041: Once again, it is a label from Paris that takes us in. Icy Cold Records saves the
year and pays for sophisticated studio recordings. We live in Leipzig for a week, sheltered by the sound
engineer Magnus. Alienation, frenzy, melancholy – the load-bearing walls of our musical house remain,
but with our first proper studio recordings ever and ten hands full of maturation, new life has moved in
an shines out.