WE are a bunch of Bros , trying to bring back art to the people. SO we create BOH.a label and an E- Who are we ? An extremist generation lost in between.
Standards have changed, values have collapsed, the world crumbles into a final sinusoidal rhythm like a last battle. The one of a generation in constant research, who is looking for more, every time : more life, more pain, treason, more joy and love. The Earth has stopped moving or moves on the wrong side. Whatever it takes we have to believe, keep faith but faith in what , in who ? Believe in his
pack, in his friends. Marriage is slumping but we don't divorce from a pack. This is a pledge, a pledge for life. A cry in the dark and the pack is alerted, an alarm to prevent that nothing is fine. A group against all odds. If we were a phrase we would be : Bros Over Hoes. But how could we spill this lack of understanding, the spleen of this generation who lives on the edge, ART is the new lead for the invisible ones, art is an outlet. Artists became prophets more attentive than any other government. They read in spirits, write them, sing them, photograph them, paint them, instagram them, develop them, whatever else as long as they exist. We are Bros Over Hoes, we are a collective, a virtual collective where every word and picture has its importance, where each voice from Singapour, London, Paris, New York or even Minsk is an echo. We are everywhere because you are. We are BOH, we are just a bro conspiracy.
