Excerpt: "With the music of HC-B we born and we die, then reborn to die again. In the middle of this cycle you throw the pictures you want. Indeed, try to catch what you want to find, without delay. Minimalism sound, noise, sample, trumpet and traditional instruments are the seed of this cycle. Songs that go one after the other and that are assembled within a single visual kaleidoscopic framework. A band who is able to express the unsaid, that silence that suggests much more than a debate can do and it can do our own movie soundtrack, the one that everyone hides in his head and heart. Well the HC-B could be the completion of our most hidden feelings. Would be a shame to let them go unnoticed, a major waste of visionary, evocative and literary talent."

<strong>Dalinks</strong>