All
the styles are mixing, imponderablenesses,
subminiature currents,
infiltrations,
ramifications, also the weather - in endless
combination - remains uncalculable and
surprising, super-large RAVE dimensions
in the Internal Empire, creating pretty much
attention in the confused state of mind you do
mischievious things! Oh James Bond, smile
of the orient, inner circle in the
hurricane of global history of the ornamental
monuments of steel, old-fashioned LASER
cannons, Moon Flower and golden scan
rays, the sundae of Friendship in the
ice-cream parlour, 10,000 punks, fascists,
stepfathers, cops, tourees, Turkish, Spanish
and writers in exile dance senselessly around
burning fire to the beatings of drums;
it's the ability which louses me up! The same
flowing harmonic currents in the
chaos, as if one parts for a voyage from which
you might never return, the swift swirl to
explode in the eye of the deception! Graffitis
are only subversive when they are aesthetical
& colourful while Yma
Sumac has written 4,000 further
songs in the meantime and is only awaiting the
musicians now, in wild times your climbing
up the trees for a better overview,
cheerful in sunny spirit and in
light-heartedness as a clown ... dancing
through the gloomworld of Current
'93.