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I once went to a quite usual excess party and due to the fact that I was the designated driver I befriended myself real quick with a two-digit number of energy drink cans. While inside the drug zombies collapsed in the restrooms and the dipsomaniacs stuck to the walls I found myself outside feeling that my heart was actually boxing right through my chest. Owing to the sensuous over stimulation my perception was severely altered so that I suddenly could hear the foxes chat in the woods. Later I was harking to the calming yet rhythmic snarls of the car. Akin the British Fuck Buttons must have had the idea to do a record like “Street Horrrsing” while doing the usual nocturnal promenade on amphe. In the end a very aberrant but awe-inspiring oeuvre situated somewhere in between drone and pop came out. Strongly recommended…