Two drummers, two guitarists, two keyboards, bass, harmonica, three MCs and one DJ. All in chemical protection suits, making a filthy racket. Described as pointless and offensive, they declared war on dull indie bands. You had to be there…
dates chosen almost at random, imagined times, wishes - and the mentioned dates soon took on an air of reality. … Now there was no way back. The date existed and the software would be “late” - in relation to someone’s fantasy that is somehow adopted as real
Close To The Machine