The man they called Brokof was a blazing star in one family’s dark history. A player with a wandering heart. The band called Brokof follows him into the vastness and gives it a face. They draft a map with songs. Singing with beautiful solemn sadness about encounters and fleeting moments of truth. Hinting at rage born from the loss that occurs when one moves in life. About what one has to gain when there is nothing expected. When hope has turned to echoes and dust.