Westend Ghetto, Einmeier & Maria Ovenbrod have unsheathed their swords, put the battle switch in 'on' position yet no blood shall be shed. Instead this army of 3 is going to take it to the mountain and leave it there (only for 22min 19sec). 'Bettschmelzflocke' rushes in with a demanding timbre, slamming percussions in incorrect chronological order while hypnotizing pendulums of vocal snippets and debris of sound are forging rhythm of solid steel. Abrasive 'Wa Si Wil' follows -- the drum machine under house arrest, the acid formula wrongfully derived, the dancefloor imperiled.
