Downstairs please, heaven can wait. Our destination is an urban Hades, an alluring underworld. When you´re mono-named (like Sano) your epithet sounds like a code word anyway. So let´s get in. At first we´re inside a studio in Medellin: “Convulsed jams at night, empty bottles, smoke and red lights flashing on the mixing desk. Next day, beer with orange juice and hours of plastic surgery on the screen. A black river, a dog from outer space and a sonic laboratory as witnesses.” Speaking of names, you have to know that what is here called “black river” is actually a distinguished circle of friends, all engaged in shaping the gloriously contorted darkness of this stirring 10-track epic. There are: Lord Byron (the Alchemist, former Lord Byron Maiden), Glad Secret Kazuka, Little Chucharita, Cornelio (the spirit himself) and – you already know this man – Diegors.