Some colors are just colors.
And then there are the ones that seem to carry something with them.
“The Sound of Blue” started with that idea. What if blue was not something you saw, but something you heard? What if red had a taste? What if a touch could bring back a melody you had forgotten years ago?
Musically, I wanted the same kind of collision. Heavy guitars at the beginning, raw and physical, slowly giving way to something faster, stranger and more hypnotic. Metal becoming psy-trance without really announcing where one ends and the other begins.
Because sometimes that is how memory works too.
One thing becomes another. A color becomes a sound. A hand becomes a song. And something you thought was gone suddenly finds a way back in.
The Sound of Blue.
