Fuck capital. Fuck profit and fuck hedonism. And anyway. Everything is created in the moment. Rumbling drum machines. Underneath hums a club groove. Cable clutter, feedbacks from tape machines, screaming guitar amps. Behind it, a multi-instrumentalist and an electronic wizard following their instincts; where the music takes them.

Prodigy Domi Chansorn and basement kid Olan Galactica (aka Olivier Zurkirchen) stir electronica and techno with psychedelica, removing the ego from the naughtiness of club culture.

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