Listening to Florian Wolff’s carefully composed songs is a pleasant pastime. His music makes you long for summer evenings on the beach, for the dancefloor, or for slippers on a wooden floor. But it’s not snug and cozy all the time. At the right moments he opens the windows: a cold draught runs through the house. Wolff takes the wrong train, ends up in a ‘wrong state of mind’ and shows us the inside of it all. Born in Groningen, the Netherlands Read more on Last.fm