Kis Nagy Gellért

The mischievous melancholy of a half-burnt, rolled cigarette, caught between guitar strings.

Thought crumbs with which to bread a beating heart.

A bittersweet fruit basket.

"You sing our heads off with incredible confidence while performing. It's like when you're playing music, it's like I'm sitting in the same room with you and we're just talking. It's funny how before the saddest moment you tell us something that makes everyone laugh and then we cry."