MATS GRÖNMARK

A man with a face of steel and a heart of cotton candy. A voice from outer space and wild gray curls flying above. A prophet for those who will listen. A wall of sound that will come crashing down with vengeful force upon all those who bring deceit. A gold mine hidden deep inside the mud.
Once again I have struck gold.

MATS GRÖNMARK CLAM WITHOUT A SHELL

Radiant Sun

Here's a song I recorded very quickly in my living room with the sounds of my family doing their thing around the apartment. I normally try to keep things quiet but was inspired and couldn't wait for peace and quiet to visit me. Even tough the tracks are noisy, you really cant hear anyone clanging away in the kitchen or my baby girl's pitter patter . Anyway hope you enjoy it. Hasta la pasta!

Yours,
JD

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