NOW ALSO AVAILABLE ON SPOTIFY: THE EXTENDED VERSION. Check the previously published message about the album. He looks gazing balefully under a web of tribal henna tattoos. His expression leaves little doubt that he is perfectly willing to use a weapon if anyone dares fuck with him. He’s looks like he's a little out of breathe, after he's been out tramping in the swamp. There is dark magic at work, here. This man knows voodoo down to his bones. A wise man would turn around and head the opposite direction as fast as his feet can take him. A wise woman, too. He's the Hermit we all fear, living somewhere in a remote corner in every town. And by the sound of the album's production, he's a prisoner of his own echo, especially when listened to with headphones. The overall sound scares you to death. This is a baroque nightmare. This is what rock and roll sounded like four hundred years ago. And it should scare you to death. After all, who knows what Jean Koning might