BØL says nothing, yet speaks to the imagination through a burning sound, without words. A flow of polyrhythms engaging in dialogue with instinctive energy – a kind of fury interwoven with suspended colours – where every second chases the obsession of communion through trance and the release of dance. An outlet made of reminiscences: that of a Berlin club whose energy seeps through a half-open door, a sunrise breaking through a half-drawn blind, or a street fire slowly smouldering, always fuelled by whatever each and every one chooses to bring.