Music for hairy, jeans'n leather wearing folks: Colt means freedom, pirate music against consumption, amplifiers against deadlock, pearl inlays against amusement society. The songs, written by these three guys from Linz during sessions lasting several days, emerge from the smoke filled blue air down in an old air-raid shelter in the heart of Linz. Their shows are a journey, the reanimation of emotion: Walls of guitars, beats on softwood, aeolian bass vibes and two voices that quit waiting. Their roots go back to bands like the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Madrugada and the Queens of The Stone Age. Gritty leather versus abstinence. A Dis(s) for universal peace.