Chris Dreier & Ansgar Wilken I Untitled Cass.

Makes me think about Kanker Kommando clashing with 23 Skidoo (when they were still lumped in the industrial scene) and Toss throwing bells towards German concrete.  Crispy clear sounds for avantgarde purists, and sound poets.  Edition of 50 copies.

WHEN CHRIS DREIER AND ANSGAR WILKEN MET FOR THE FIRST TIME IN SPRING 2021, SOLELY TO MAKE MUSIC, THE SPREE WAS FROZEN UNDERNEATH THEM. THE PEOPLE OUTSIDE WERE MASKED, THE STREETS WERE SNOW-WHITE, THE BREEZE BLEW BLUE. THE MODULAR SYNTHESIZER BREATHED QUIETLY, THE PERCUSSION FOLLOWED ITS CALL. THE RIVER THAWED, THE PEOPLE TOOK OFF THEIR MASKS FOR A FEW SECONDS AND WAVED THEM IN THE WIND LIKE A GREETING.

CHRIS DREIER (DIE TÖDLICHE DORIS, B-MASCHINEN, MK/CT, O.J.A.I./DEXIA DEFUNCT),
ONLY DAUGHTER OF VERY NICE PEOPLE FROM WUPPERTAL, LOVES EXPERIMENTING WITH NOISES, SOUNDS, IMAGES AND COLLABORATIONS.
 
ANSGAR WILKEN (FEEDBACKORCHESTER, ILSE LAU, JULIJUNI, KNIESCHUSSKLUB)
FIRST SON OF A PASTOR FROM THE EAST FRISIAN PROVINCE. PRONE TO MELANCHOLY, EXCITEMENT, EXCESS AND PUSHY MODESTY AT THE PERIPHERY OF D.I.Y, SOUND AND IMAGE.