Rediscovering Múm

Finally We Are No one
“There were these four kids who lived in a wooden shack by a dirty road that had no lights in the evening. There was not much to do around those parts, except maybe walking around, swimming or playing in the tunnel. Not that this was some kind of fairytale vacuum, life in this place had its ups and downs and emotional run-arounds. And for some reason, maybe just to pass the time or trying to colour it in or something like that, the kids spent their days and nights building big wooden tone-apparats and number-processors to make music. That´s right, make music. No, the machines did not really make this music, the kids stayed awake many a long night feeding numbers to the machines and turning their big wheels and knobs and even recording to them some windy melodies and song-singing.”

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