Maybe you don't exist. ... But what if you did?

Existential thoughts draped in a blue, velvety soundtrack. Existential questions tenderly drilling down the darker side of the uncanny, accompanied by the cool sound of a gentle spinning metal pole.

In the corner of your eye, behind the blind spot of your ears, these questions are nagging from within the subconscious, trying to release the full horror of the banal, the banality of your everyday apocalypse. Now Catarina Pratter brings into focus what normally slips your psyche: examining the impenetrable conundrum of grand emotional narratives and the bleak pragmatism of reality - knowing just too well that pragmatism is the enemy of the romantic existentialist.

There is no way out. We know this, you know it, and she knows it. All one can do to catch a glimpse of light beyond the inertia of doubt is the permanent presence of the cathartic trauma. And Catarina Pratter keeps it at an arms distance, to far to be swallowed by it and too close to ignore.

Who is Catarina Pratter? Who does she think she is? Nobody to fuck with.

Front cover design: Chrigel Farner

(5 tracks | Vinyl and CD | rec04/2004)