..Terified by the space beavers, we choose to take refuge somewhere in the Mix, the great cool Mix, the real mushroom Mix, the only one who can brave the terrible rodents. We are flowing a musical fresh wind, a powerful gust and smooth litts. Sometimes it is necessary to crush bees or squirrels with hardy plane trees but we are also able to delight honey like sweet bears. Ventiloptimum flows a kind of progressive rock. Water and embers, rivers and torrents, wolfs and little pigs. We choose our arms, differents atmosphers in one room, in five brains. In the fan, the melodies grow and fly somewhere unexpected. Dizzy voices of naked windsurfers ride beside forestry musical workers with moustaches and gums of hop. A poetic drumer, a guitarist pocket and a bassman mole who absolutly never play Czechoslovakian's laments, support their singers like big sticking plaster. We could legislate the illegal forest lichen parking but prefer playing music... Far away from the space beavers.
