Basically, if your techno smacks of overproduction, even a little, then you’re a huge narc. Forget about it. Don’t master anything. Don’t act like you can pinch saw waves into rose thorns and send em through a low-pass filter and everyone will come out the other side unscathed. Don’t act like your grooves are so high above us that you need a wooden podium and a couple thousand squids-worth of equipment to separate beat and audience.
Keeping the plebs in there place, huh?
Mark my words: Katzenstreu is taking all you limp-wristed house-heads to the pillory, and reclaiming the dance-floor for goons and goblins of the grubby, cock-roached dungeons and warehouses of the Western World. This is dance music for the tag-team boiler room orgies soundtrack’d by a symphony of enslaved SNES machines, spines snapped and sweating it out on the hardest level of Battletoads II. This is not your tattoo and espresso aficionado outsider house. This is also not German Army, but that should be OBVIOUS, because its le matin’s HLM side project: Katzenstreu. I’m gonna be honest, I still haven’t figured out what post punk France’s fascination with going all Yo! Stephen Wright Raps! on the track, but I had all sorts of weird, beautiful cravings after attempting to digest this EP, and for that, I thank you.
• Katzenstreu: https://soundcloud.com/cestlematin
• Consternation: https://consternation.bandcamp.com
