There are those straightforward stories, where the plot progresses in an indisputably logical chain of events towards a prematurely quite obvious ending - there is exactly one goal, and there is exactly one path to reach it. Well, the story behind To Hell With Tradition is not one of them. For a long time, I have a life dictated by external expectations until eventually - nurtured by this continuous existential conflict - my neglected creative nature forced its way back to the surface. After ten years of musical abstinence, the idea of a solo record has evolved from a subtle urge into a fully-fledged basic need - not pursuing it would basically have been emotional and mental self-mutilation.
On To Hell With Tradition, I process my failed marriage and the awareness of having falsely accepted and adopted external goals as my own. The result is an indie rock record that uses elements from pop, folk and blues, partially ignores conventional song structures, plays with rhythmic patterns, tempo and instrumentation whilst wrapping all that in bittersweet tunes. This might just be the aural equivalent of dark chocolate and rich, dry red wine.