Rattling along a country road toward a horizon that is hidden in clouds— the radio is crackling, and the songs are as tasty as bacon. 
The map never showed this path, but you took it just to see what you might find. An untamed soul, on an un-named road, headed for an unknown destiny. Is there more to life?

A lone streetlamp casts its orange glow on a billboard suggesting a curious roadside establishment...

Just ahead and toward the misty moon, there’s a midnight lane, almost forgotten. At the intersection, where crooning meets screechingthe joint is hopping, toes are tapping, hats are tipped and bow ties spiffing. The long shadows are like noir glimpses of a time not quite here. 

When you come to a wry smile and a wicked witted story enters the room, in that moment your foot starts stomping time and you have arrived at the family jukebox. 

And what is this dream you have entered? A circus of the liminal— a raucous space between epiphany and old whiskey. Yes, the sound is as large as an elephant and as sleek as a lion! 

What a fantastical phantasmagoric delight of memories and wishes, of mysterious wonders and epic sagas. 

Welcome to the saloon of the intoxicating in-between, where you are accompanied by eccentric strangers who are soon to be old friends.

Nora Bateson


JON EIMRE guitars, leadvocals, mellotron & pumporgan
PER OLOF SJÖSTRÖM slide guitar, banjo, guitars
MATS QWARFORDT harmonica
BJÖRN LUNDSTRÖM tuba
MIKAEL KERSLOW drums & percussion