When seven instruments are twisted into a groove rope in the Jianghu bar, all the anxiety will be crushed by the charming voice of the lead singer in the sound waves - this is the only pure blood Chinese funk scene in Beijing.Seven people, seven colors, know better how to [unite]. On stage we weave a happy grid in our thoughts, each vocal part has an impromptu interplay and a gift from the heavens, a movement that dissolves the brow wrinkles, and opening this door is a crossing.Teacher Feng, a keyboard player, often said, "All those who have been here say yes, but those who haven't been here always ask, is there such a band hidden in the hutong?"，