We are invited to Glasgow’s Circus, a mad –but beautiful– place. Within its limits communication is broken down to the whims of its creatures and acts, both unsettling and charming. The strings, with their odd melody that seem to be missing something –or someone–, playing in relation to the keyboards and vocals, each immersed in themselves, not trying hard to fit within the cannon of harmony, and coming together in a very unique and mad, yet attractive, logic beyond logic. For it is the evolution of a language transcending symbols and reaching out to emotions, often at the edge of reason, but playful and mysterious.