FAUXE

Nothing much has been said, nothing much will be seen. The music is all that has and will ever matter. Music that comes from the darkest of places. A celebration of the good that comes out of misery. The mask shields the fragile. Broken, but strong. F ∆ U X E is the common man’s lament – the average person’s inspiration – the identity beyond the face. F ∆ U X E is not one, but all – a profound study of the human condition and what breeds creativity despite systematic repression. F ∆ U X E is you, or me, but never seen.