Colosse De Rhodes
"Cyril Cyril repeats himself to infinite mirrors. Impressed with roaring rumors, the whispering of uncertain ages, beyond the Atlas Mountains and Ararat, specifying to those who want to hear the boomerang echo of the other thousand somewhere are played, continuously since the night of men, the airs hissed angels, the hides struck in shambles. With for only companions a banjo, a guitar, a melodeon, a strange drums, several voices and several languages, Cyril Cyril digs a furrow with the laser of the soul and transcends, for some pieces, the proper restraint of the damned souls. The tandem, camouflaged fanfare-ghost, tumbles like a phoenix on the dance floor ..."
So the press blurb goes... no I don't think it makes much sense either!