We need no swords
Static and debris. Skronk and wail. This is music?
Tape hiss and dirty squelch.
Stripped-back techno joy.
Techno into the abyss. Going down…
Pulsing electro meets molten axe worship.
Gastric power ballads. In borscht we trust.
There ain’t no party like a Hikaru Tsunematsu party.
Subotnick at Berghain.