A four-headed hydra rises from the depths of the sub bass to show us the way towards our limits: to conjure up this or similar images might be the attempt of this enigmatic collaboration, by means of ominous synthesizers and drum machines, mysterious samples and alienated, and multilingual spoken words, to acoustically emulate the effects of an opium unconscious. And it is as it always is with these rushes: naturally one has to lose control on the journey to the centre of their being, trustingly handing it over to the unconscious. We always hope that knowledge will beckon, but madness is waiting just around the corner. Let’s have four blue flowers on the street be our vehicle – what’s it going to be: knowledge or madness?

Text: Thomas Jenny

4.5.6.   6.2020