“I have nothing to offer, and I do not want to trade with anyone” –
If D.A.F., the early Kraftwerk, Kurt Schwitters, and Der Plan united in one person, bent over a long-haired microphone and working on a series of synthesizers, this would be the closest thing to the overall experience of SCHWUND. A man with one leg in his 80s, and with the other as well, chants calls for a metallic-melancholic trance dance that your body will not reject. Jerking, jumping, jumping, the human being as material as organ as machine. And everything, like the music, to bursting beautiful.