Where true greatness lacks, pygmies saddle their ponies!
The Frankfurt/M. based quintet plays psychedelic rock music with a slight „jazzy“ attitude. Hungry twisted beats resist the eccentric attacks of the wind section and the guitar courageously stirs up a hornet's nest. One or the other zappaesque fragment is executed with gong-like scurrility. Suddenly the song drops its face, the grandchildren of Stockhausen are playing doctor and everything derails to a highly hazardous improvisation. T...