On the evening that Sef won an Edison, he got into a carriage with tinted windows immediately after the ceremony. It took him to a secret location where Abel, also known as The Voice of His Generation, waited for him. They drew a tarot card and without thinking about it made the inevitable ICELAND. They then bare their asses, although you just can't see their cock through a haze of mystery and illogical musical choices. The project is and is not a metaphor, depending on who asks. Is it just me or is it suddenly very cold here?