ATTWENGER

"I don't know what it is, but it is something. For 36 years, a ghost has been haunting the music scene—the ghost of slang punk. It goes by the name Attwenger, can't be captured, and regularly appears in its current form in public. What does Attwenger bring this time? Wos, the tenth studio album. After most, pflug, luft, song, sun, dog, flux, spot, drum. wos is. is wos. wos is los jetzt. The electrified accordion draws air from its surroundings, compresses it, and blows it back out through metallic reeds that vibrate and produce sounds. The beats of drums and sequencer create a stable yet restless pulse from different sound sources, providing the rhythm. Everything interwoven with fraying words, invented, experienced, and read texts that play with language—the nourishment for the voice of the subconscious and superconscious. Stirred up by the music, the stories groove along. wos immer es a is, es is immer wos. Many no longer know how or what. The high-pitched mood creates tension. They're already going at each other. But I don't want to ride the saddled horses. Between the lines lie possibilities that can lead to interesting solutions. Yet too much is believed, too much is needed. We'd get along just fine with less. The distribution of wealth, interests, music—what becomes of it? Won't stay this way, can't anyway. When will society relax? How will it achieve equality? The great wind drives us forward, yet we wanted to make our own move. What sets it in motion—from within or without? You're King, I'm Kong, who's right, who's wrong. And even if everyone's glued to their

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