(en) Advancing the forward march of the chief Dumb-Unit Corporals Super Division , we continue where we last left off : In the previous episode our hero Sebastian Galante : alias Seph was knee deep in thick murky bass with his partner in crime Pablo Dengeri. This time we meet our valiant rebel, solo, but yet no less lethal, as he booms, bangs and twists his way into your feeble little mind . Yes .. We're talking to you .. You and your lump of nicotine stained, alcohol soaked grey matter that sits north of your forehead. That sad cluster of nerves and other junk that Seph likes to drill deep into. Just past the memories of your mother's nipple and left of the bit that warns you not to cuddle a wild ferret, lies the Dumb-Unit Diligence Unit otherwise known as the "DUDU" . The part responsible for allowing you to sift through countless hours of crap music and finally, instinctively pouncing upon a real gem . A real winner, a diamond in the rough , a canary in the bird cage , top dog ! A CHAMP ! In this instance this champion is named Seph. And he is hear to break your little DUDU down and make you fold up your dollar bills and tuck them into our waistline like you did for tracy last night at Front Row Joe'S. Dancing , lights , booze, nipples , your mind tells you to stop and slow down and listen and take it all in . The lush pads , rising energy , DUDU turning to mush , you happy , dollars leaving your hand .. the intricate and murky effects all culminating to an orgasmic crescendo of Japanese nymphs caressing your tired body .. Or something like that ..

(de) Advancing the forward march of the chief Dumb-Unit Corporals Super Division, we continue where we last left off: In the previous episode our hero Sebastian Galante: alias Seph was knee deep in thick murky bass with his partner in crime Pablo Dengeri. This time we meet our valiant rebel, solo, but yet no less lethal, as he booms, bangs and twists his way into your feeble little mind. Yes .. We're talking to you .. You and your lump of nicotine stained, alcohol soaked grey matter that sits north of your forehead. That sad cluster of nerves and other junk that Seph likes to drill deep into. Just past the memories of your mother's nipple and left of the bit that warns you not to cuddle a wild ferret, lies the Dumb-Unit Diligence Unit otherwise known as the "DUDU" . The part responsible for allowing you to sift through countless hours of crap music and finally, instinctively pouncing upon a real gem . A real winner, a diamond in the rough , a canary in the bird cage , top dog ! A CHAMP ! In this instance this champion is named Seph. And he is hear to break your little DUDU down and make you fold up your dollar bills and tuck them into our waistline like you did for tracy last night at Front Row Joe'S. Dancing , lights , booze, nipples , your mind tells you to stop and slow down and listen and take it all in . The lush pads , rising energy , DUDU turning to mush , you happy , dollars leaving your hand .. the intricate and murky effects all culminating to an orgasmic crescendo of Japanese nymphs caressing your tired body .. Or something like that ..