Nichtseattle is causal research on its own, is blue. With a baritone guitar and a mind full of dirty jokes it’s about tower block, arbour, hit and run, football, canned beer, warning shot, coarse joke, lonely, father hands, father legs, Greifswald and just all the things you cannot imagine in Seattle if you are not from Seattle but Nichtseattle – the place where many of us have anticipated Christmas too many times and clandestinely still do. Sometimes declamatory (yes/one could surely…), sometimes melancholy (shame/hurts), sometimes pragmatic (nevermind), often creaky garagesk (fuck you, very muschiii). Songs.