Sunny sound dots appeared all over the wide valley of Thuringia, Germany – the place where lush moving meadows outshines the ways of masters and servants. Everything began with two upright guys and a fly girl, who had a cup of milk and honey at the late club. By every slug they spread a warm and cosy beat over the folks hearts. Beats like birds flap their wings in the rhythm of warm house and understatement pop. For five years to date they keep to the big bang jigger kings with delight uptempo emo and frickelchick.
Recently Marbert Rocel plucked up their samples and sent good feeling track cards from their train station Zughafen to their main station Compost Records. United they are devising the new zippy album to bring your birdy hearts to fly.
And if you are filled with milk and honey, have a look across the valley. Then you might find the words of the greeds: “Marbert Rocel is like painting tattoos with water colors and playing jazz from both sides of the carrera race track while searching sounds with a touch of old super 8 movies.”