No one could give the right definition for the emotional state that occurs when one listens to INDIGA. It is impossible to define the feelings of a person who saw INDIGA for the first time. It seems that breathing gets stuck in your throat and it is better to chew it slowly, to feel its taste but not to swallow right away. Their music can not be understood from the very beginnings of their songs. It is complicated and elusive, melodious and furious, unpredictable and carefully made. Their music is free of superfluity and luxury, but it is based on solid ground that smells of abstractionism.