Sophia`s Sofa

An ominous chord ends. Fade in. The lights of a big city, towers of glass and a slender silhouette rise into view. Sophia is on a dangerous mission. In her catsuit and fashionably styled red hair, and with an apparently endless arsenal of burglar tools, she nimbly climbs a façade. Sophia´s Sofa doesn´t bother with long explanations: It´s night, there´s no time to lose, and dangers abound. The rhythm is set by the high-hat; a lascivious bass line accompanies Sophia as if she were the heroine in a movie scored by Lalo Schifrin. As mysterious as Irma Vep and...