A duo from Fribourg (tn: closest city to Kilbi), a millipede: in the lovingly supercooled hothouse of a bony, undulating and cloudily hammering electropunk, languages melt into each other and the beads of sweat blur into friendship and errors in the system. Wadded, cutting glitch-synth-kaleidoscopes simultaneously brace themselves from above and below against the pressure of the mundane. Elastic soul shimmers through coarse-grained hip-hop beats into the bright vastness, towards liberation. Digital high-pulse drums and bass flickers, sprinklers of funk and silk, blasts of metal and sandpaper, a squeeze of stuffy club air. A thumping of punk by any means available. A hovering of fermented pop sound.

Text: Marco Neuhaus