“Nine chords and the (partisan) truth. Delicate acoustic fiddling set to the jagged softness of otherwordly phrase smithing.”
Harĕhaas is the alter ego through which Petrovitsj Mys lets loose his truths and untruths, ardor and venom, awareness and ignorance, fear and calm.
Harĕhaas’s core aim is attempting to whisper its truths and untruths straight into this earth’s soil. To plant them and watch them grow into gnarly old trees. Just don’t expect them to be fruit bearing trees.
music won't save you 