"Good morning, comrade! Yeaaaaaah!" He waves his hand in the air. "Harder core!" The…

"ONE MIND! ONE SPIRIT! THERE IS NO OTHER WORLD -- THERE IS NO OTHER LIFE!"

"Please tell me, what exactly are you doing?"

"Gotta get the people going!"

"Why?"

"I'm the party boy, it's my job!"

"What is a party boy?"

"HARD CORE PARTY 25/7 BEYOND THE WINTER'S ORBIT STYLE!"

There is a place far away in Katla, beyond a certain latitude known as winter's orbit, where there are 25 hours in a day. It is a tremendously cold place, abandoned to drunks and failed rock stars. Full of eternite, depression and half finished ski flying hills. The Suru live there.

"I think I'm also a party boy."

"Two on a track, watch your back, watch out for the heart attack!"

"I see."

"Yeah, request! I want everybody as close to the stage as possible!"

"Alright!"

"HERE COMES THE NIGHT!"

"Back to the heavyweight jam!" says the young man with the tape player and the large boiadeiro boots. Lung-shaped trees sprout on his silver belt buckle.

"Hard core!"

The young man with the tape recorder acknowledges your return. When he looks at you, he squints as though you were the setting sun...

"This is hard core."

A young man with peroxide blond hair holds up a Harmon-Wowshi tape player, nodding along to the music. He looks at you with a knowing smile and says...

....as though you're supposed to be sharing some tremendous, evangelical secret...

"Hard core."

"Who is this "van Eyck"? Did he make this music?"

"This is Arno van Eyck! ARE YOU READY?"