Anorak pop or what it means to wake up on a sunny Monday morning, touch the world with your hands and get lost in a cup of coffee. When it seems that simple toy keyboard drum beats and your favorite cardigan are the only solution for that something is wrong somewhere deep feeling; shining cold like spring sun outside your window as you dream for a new home, hopefully in a new country far away. Go through each of the songs as if you have heard them a thousand times before, the same way you go through your thoughts and forget them every time once again. Sit down on the floor on an orange sleeping bag and play with your instruments, make music. Maybe it is all about feeling warm and safe with toast and that hot cup in your hands and the Internet spreading the infinite in front of you as the day rises, or maybe it is just that hint of the coldness of the world deep inside the music, telling you as in a soft whisper, behind the synth strings, it’s O.K., everything’s lost already, no matter what you do.