There is a strumming Western guitar that overdrives. An organ provides surface, sometimes a gloomy synthesizer adds to it. It could be called "Fuzz-Folk" or simply assigned to the all-encompassing Indie; they could be called the "Big Thief, only in German", the "early Tocotronic, but later" or as "Isolation Berlin from Vienna" - but it is not quite so easy with the comparisons. The obscure-poetic, German-language lyrics are a loud confrontation with depression and lastly always bridge the gap to society, from the microcosm to the macrocosm. They are alternative love songs, for a mindfulness, for a confidence, for: Endless Wellness.