Werner Kitzmueller pops up from his mysterious hideout somewhere at the North Pole (err, Vienna/Austria) and brings a bag full of surprises:

A couple of heartrending lo-fi angstpop songs, post-teenage drama tunes, performed by the man with the singing voice of a real heartbroken crooner.

A bird in a man's costume!
A pure scenester without a scene.

Sparse acoustic lo-fi-folk arrangements, spiced with subtle electronic sparks and a heart of darkness. The perfect blueprint for a life in grief.

WE love you , Werner, WE love you!

http://www.myspace.com/wernerkitzmueller