A partnership marked by a shared love of harmony. Discodromo toiled endlessly forging a sound like blacksmiths shaping steel to resonate as only the purest metal on earth can. With arms, heavy handed, like axe-wielding Vikings, they construct tempered melodies with little effort--a seemingly delicate feat that normally would take the concerted effort of multiple humans to scale.
Sometimes, the universal trickster appears to lure them out of their ferment. Armed with a vial containing trace elements of Mercurio Pindar provides the quicksilver designed to induce madness in men. With the lure of mystery, Discodromo are tempted to imbibe as the eternal shape shifter merely supports their recreation. With force and internal conflict arises a simple truth: we must toil endlessly in order to produce a germ of beauty.
This quest for harmony has seen endless loves, dreams and hopes. And to sustain the effort, symbolic gestures (or deceptions) are produced to continue an aura of mystery, entrapping us to continuously engage with each other as we’re barreling further down towards our collective fate. Though, nothing is to be expected, perhaps the ride itself will take us as far as the stars and countless galaxies.