Dadaglobal is one of the headstrong, camouflaged in elegance: one of the crazies. With him, we are being hoaxed. He is not to be pinned down to anything other than his artistic urge to move. «Pudel» is an intermediate stop. And the bohemian forest begins to speak. The subway. The soccer stadium. New York City, London Town, Paris, Berlin, Tokyo, Kyoto, Beijing, Hongkong, Shanghai, Hangzhou, Baden. A journey, ongoing. Dadaglobal takes a seat at the Clavinet, bells in orbit and gameboy on standby. His «Pudel» (poodle) on a leash, he guides us to the outside of the club, swiftly passing intellecto dance music, and with a lovers gaze at musique concrète, what lasts is that he entirely holds his own.