Rover is full of surprises. On the one hand, we feel close to him as if he were our closest friend; on the other, a real mystery reigns, blurring our perceptions. After six years without an album, the artist locked himself up for several months in an old Belgian ice cellar to write, alone, what is perhaps his most piercing record: Eiskeller. In it, one can detect doubts, fears, hopes and revelations, a hypnotic work of introspection.
The vintage vibe emanating from Elvis Aloys‘ music has that je-ne-sais-quoi that goes beyond the pleasant; a form of deep nostalgia evocative of the life before, of lost moments and the clock that keeps on ticking. As the guitar echoes softly, the voice rises and with it comes a saving calm. With his first album About My Family, Elvis offers us an introduction to his pure and sincere universe.