Lonely spring

Time leaves its mark and even if it heals all wounds, the scars remain. Too much has happened and too much has already been experienced. Too much has been seen and too many have gone. Too much risked and too much lost. Life is black cigarette smoke in the innocent, unsuspecting lungs of youth and naivety. The head is numbed by the intoxication of the many lights of passing moments and the heart ignorantly serves as an ashtray for the frail souls of those brave enough to love. You wander through the night and the city and everything feels a little strange. As soon as you look around these streets like war trenches, memories pop into your head, wrapped in sweet melancholy. No matter where your thoughts take you, they don't lead you anywhere. You long for a moment to emerge from the maelstrom that hurls you through life, a brief respite, even if it changes nothing. So you walk down the stairs into a glittering vault and realize how you can force sadness to be absent for just one night. So you place yourself in the middle of the action, becoming one with the euphoria that surrounds you and you dance. You just want to dance. That's the spirit that drives LONELY SPRING. LONELY SPRING don't want to offer absolute solutions to all the questions that plague them and their audience, but they open up a momentum for the misfits out there to recharge their batteries together for a short while. LONELY SPRING are three guys who have known each other and made music together since their school days. Back then, they were still in a rehearsal room in a town of 7000 inhabitants. But their dreams were big and the will to achieve them was just as strong. They wanted to change something, they wanted the world to change. Their heroes proved to them that you can achieve anything if you keep getting up and raising your voice, if you sing for the world and for yourself whenever you lose yourself. LONELY SPRING come with a powerful pop-punk-emo attitude. Their music is carried by anthemic choruses that get stuck in your head forever after just one listen. Underpinned by punky drums and driving basslines that make you think Travis Barker and Mark Hoppus played them themselves. Topped by melodic vocals that sound as if Avril Lavigne and Panic! At the Disco conceived a child while watching American Pie.