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Kashual Plastik

Twilight Furl
"We must show social conditions, not just songs." a wise music ethnologist once said. But how to transport environments into song sonics? The enigmatic duo Greymouth found a creative answer and sent their conceptions to Berlin Neukölln, right at the …
Field Of Progress
Wind and cars hum in harmony. Ancestors croon in the factories of the future. Hippos in swimming pools, dancing on mechanical milker rhythms. Cows rehash in the melodic air of church bells. A melodeon sobs in a vague radio broadcast. Someone warps a …
The Whorls
While listening to Malvern Brume’s new cassette tape for Kashual Plastik, the author of these lines reasoned about scripts for notorious movie opening scenes. Those impressive ones, that suck all in into the whirlwind of a celluloid story, brightened…
Your Event Is Our Rehearsal
An iris opens: in the near future, electrons and light will flow freely, and corporate computer networks will eclipse the stars. Despite great advances in computerization, oppressive heat slows progress. It's time now. Let's move to the rendezvous po…
Looted Lagoons
Everything makes me dream… Id comes to life achromatic, briefly thoroughly illuminated by light. Instantly colors leak from above and slowly darkness covers the spreadsheet with all that many allegorical, symbolic, mystic shades. Noble, good, useful,…
Auberge Des Sapins
Lathe Burin and Laure Boer decided to leave the planet for a while. They transformed themselves into Edition d’art, a creative entity, that likes to write postcards in form of colorful sound miniatures. For their debut album “Auberge des Sapin” they …
Labyrinth Of Memories
Unfortunately, Kashual Plastik got lost, but the threads have snapped progressively. It got lost in fluxes, that sometimes dry up, freeze, or overflow, sometimes combine or diverge. On the way it became capable of loving without remembering, without …
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