Fräsch Luft

15,5 attacks again. This time with a 4-track demo which from the first moment rushes forward like a 60 metres race, as if it were recorded in a high school basement, as if the snow slush never dried from your worn out velcro sneakers, as if the general math course was spent writing rhythmical equations rather than playing tic-tac-toe… Everything with the sharp shooting skills of an old one-eyed general.

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