The statement that Pop crashed over the Canaries in a cherry-red concorde in the eighties is an out-and-out lie. Pop merely staged his passing to fool King Commerce. With the help of two unbelievably nice guys he fled into exile.
But now – Pop is back!
Equipped with new technology to make Pop better, stronger and faster the two popes of Popistan put Pop back onto his electric throne.
With pumping beats, hand knitted sound-tapestry and galloping guitars the duo creates High-Voltage-High-Addiction-High-Altitude-Power-Pop, which takes possesion of your ears, heart and mind and declares them to new provinces of Popistan.
All hail the melodic madness of the new rhythm regime!