Anchor in Ink

Anchor in Ink, that's six men from Kiel, the northernmost part of Germany, where you can smell the winds of the Baltic. They sing of the sea. Of blokes, of pubs, of booze-ups. Of missed chances. Of revolting against yet another one. They tell muddled lore and tales about lost characters. Their tunes stumble and sway like a sozzled sailor after a long passage, who still hears the swooshing of the waves and the racket from Rosie's Bar. Who needs a last beer. And a Gin. And who can't get this mandolin-solo out of his head.