Trixsi stumble between dull everyday life and pretentious selectivity, as a charming sucker punch against the monotony. And while they still blink a little surprised into the light, veteran and middle-aged, it smells of sweaty hugs and nonchalant resistance.
As emotional gamblers between mid-tempo despair and outraged punk, no one sings about the downfall so almost melodically.
And while the giggling at one’s own inevitable ridiculousness rolls out the carpet for the moment when the passer-by trips the pantomime, then it’s Trixsi.
Lined up for free cold drinks and against insignificance.
It can all be yours one day.