Westend Ghetto, Einmeier & Maria Ovenbröd have unsheathed their swords, put the battle switch in "On" position yet no blood shall be shed. Instead this army of 3 is going to take it to the mountain and leave it there (only for 22min 19sec). "Bettschmelzflocke" rushes in with a demanding timbre, slamming percussions in incorrect chronological order while hypnotizing pendulums of vocal snippets and debris of sound are forging rhythm of solid steel. Abrasive "Wa Si Wil" follows - the drum machine under house arrest, the acid formula wrongfully derived, the dancefloor imperiled. On side B: "Glitchgirls" - a bizarre sequence of events, the relationship between which lies only in the eye of the beholder. Oddly mutated tones ringing in distress, computer crumbs raging pagan pizzicato, sirens trapped on the Westend mezzanine chanting disaster. "Moepez" comes to rescue the listener from the traumatic mood of the previous track, shining its armour and inlluminating truly dignified digital epic.