MOD1

Masters of Disasters are T. Raumschmiere and DEADBEAT. 20 korns... 17 Jaegermeisters... Where the fuck is the tobacco' "We go through 2 lighters a day. " When and why the fuck did everyone lose their sense of humor' Fuck this shit. Is this going to work on the radio' Fuck it... New studio. Old friendships rekindled. No expectations. Love for days. Still techno. Built in fucking Utrecht of all places, on a foundation of wobbly Dutch bread. Deeply weird. If only it were that simple. When the going, gets weird, the weird turn pro.