Format: CD album
Cat#: arcd 032
Label: Adrian Recordings
1. Lungs Out
2. Add Up?
4. No Such (So You Say)
5. E.A.A. (Eagerly Awaiting Anytime)
7. You Don’t Know
8. Carved Into The Wood
11. Glow In the Dark
12. Last Look (Through Old Stained Windows)
It took 6 years to make this record. People died along the way. Sharif is Adrian Recordings most dysfunctional band (including D&tC). It’s a beautiful record. We all wish that more people will hear it. The band never really worked with the album. They just couldn’t. Some strange shows where done but it never really worked out. There’s a lot of late nights put into this. A lot of alcohol. So much water has drained the band since the first album, so many sorrows and so many bottles. Birds, Bristol, Violence, Moss (Eagerly Awaiting Anytime), Inst., Dub, Sand, Kärnvapen, Friendship, Alcohol, Nuclear, Siaseet.
“The doorbell rang and John was standing there in a balaclava and he told me to get ready for a ride. Clothes for three days, some CD's and forget the guitar, where we are going there'll be no playing. Outside, in the January snow there was a car with a trailer attached to it. John asked me to get into the trailer while he got into the driver's seat. In the trailer I found Marcus, Magnus and Johan who all looked kind of dazed. John drives like shit and he won't tell us where we are going. I got a bottle of dark rum and quickly got intoxicated, ‘cause as soon as I tried to get up to get something more to drink the trailer took a spun and I landed on the floor. After, what I guessed was a couple of hours, the trailer stopped and everything was silent on the outside. We stopped the CD-player and waited, giggling like girls.
On the outside John was talking with someone. We carefully looked outside through the drapes. There was a small dwarf acting as if he was annoyed about something. John flung the doors open. This shitty place is not open. The dwarf won't let us in. Where are we? We are in Kristianopel and Sweden's most good looking camping site. Had an idea that we would get together and talk about the band. He slammed the door shut and the car started again. Soon we stopped again. We waited for John a while and he soon got into the trailer again. John had taken the trailer past the dwarf into the camping site through the surrounding forest. We hijacked the camping's electricity and were suddenly standing looking out over the ocean. The ocean tore itself into pieces and the cold wind hit our faces like knives.
During the following weekend we slept less than what's needed and concentrated on what was important with the band and us. On the following Sunday morning the trailer burned down after a failed attempt to make spaghetti. We fled the camp site and the angry dwarf with a burned out trailer behind the car.”