Well… i like to discourage folks from mailing me physical copies of stuff for good reason, since in most cases all this amounts to is a tremendous waste of money and natural resources while digital files are way easier to dispose of. However, these seven inches of black PVC arriving at my doorstep from a duo based not that far away from… said doorstep, has quite a bit of unexpected class - propulsive synth punk in a manner you might currently associate with the likes of Le Prince Harry, Clarko, Powerplant or R. Clown, while those english lyrics straight from the Klaus Meine bargain bin just add to its kinda cute & campy DIY charme.
