What can be said about the Bron Bryants that has not already been said about Beethoven's 5th Symphony? Or perhaps a delicately jeweled Faberge Egg with a music box built in? Genius. Exquisite craftsmanship. Tragically hipper than the Russian spy hat you saw at J. Crew.
Although many adjectives come to mind to describe the ear sex that is the Bron Bryants, they are silenced by the true mastery of sound and the awe that it produces. It is as if the delicate tones of vocalist Hugo Stearling quietly raise a finger and softly say "Hush now...no words." And truly none are necessary. Stearling's tones dance and deliquesce over producer Damien Rhinethorpe's haunting backdrops that are just as much at home in the soundtrack of David Lynch film as they are supporting Stearling's delicate, yet authoritative poetry. Once this amalgamation occurs, all bets are off as to whether the listener can hide the almost orgasmic euphoria that inevitably envelopes the soul.
The two artisans have known each other since their early days in rural Estonia, their birthplace. Growing up in an orphanage taught them the power of teamwork and camaraderie. They quickly took a liking to music and poetry and realized they were extremely proficient in just about anything they tried. They realized that music was their ticket out of Estonia. In their teens they were part of a large-scale exodus of Estonian musicians to the United States. Upon their arrival they took advantage of the library system that was so sorely lacking in rural Estonia and researched their past The two realized they were cousins. Not only were they blood related, but also part of the Estonian royal family.
Upon learning this, the two decided to mask their identity so as not to attract attention lest someone find out about their true identities and judge them based on their royalty instead of their passion: music. It is that music which is blessing your ears as you read this.
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