Die letzten Ecken: S/T 12"
6 Kraut klassics broadcast from deep out in the spacelab, where the sun don’t shine and noone can hear you scream... so you beep, whizz and chant monotone commands at the control board while the days turn into eternity and suddenly you can’t tell if it’s Berlin 2020 or West Germany ‘79.. With an enthusiasm and charm that brings to mind the early transmissions of cross border comrades DAF and F242 (I said “early”!) the execution is perfect. This is what languages like French and German were invented for and it’s delivered here ice cold. ( Daryl Sulfate / Diät / Clock of Time )
6 Kraut klassics broadcast from deep out in the spacelab, where the sun don’t shine and noone can hear you scream... so you beep, whizz and chant monotone commands at the control board while the days turn into eternity and suddenly you can’t tell if it’s Berlin 2020 or West Germany ‘79.. With an enthusiasm and charm that brings to mind the early transmissions of cross border comrades DAF and F242 (I said “early”!) the execution is perfect. This is what languages like French and German were invented for and it’s delivered here ice cold. ( Daryl Sulfate / Diät / Clock of Time )
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Die letzten Ecken: S/T 12"—
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6 Kraut klassics broadcast from deep out in the spacelab, where the sun don’t shine and noone can hear you scream... so you beep, whizz and chant monotone commands at the control board while the days turn into eternity and suddenly you can’t tell if it’s Berlin 2020 or West Germany ‘79.. With an enthusiasm and charm that brings to mind the early transmissions of cross border comrades DAF and F242 (I said “early”!) the execution is perfect. This is what languages like French and German were invented for and it’s delivered here ice cold. ( Daryl Sulfate / Diät / Clock of Time )
