Well, some clever clogs always somehow know some things earlier than others. Either thanks to their local record store, the almighty Internet, the highly dynamic clubbing tour including the obligatory small talk with the DJ, a hot magazine or the logo's simple letter press. Quite right! Kickboxer is related to Boxer! Two hefty minimal beats tap the first keg to kick off Bavarian Oktoberfest. "O'zapft is!" (Bavarian expression for: The keg is open...). Tangily and foamily, "still no name" Christian Quast is tapping a lively bass line out of the Zeitgeist's barrel, and weirdo drums and a mixture of quotations variing between House and Rave tunes. It's like riding a roller coaster, it is a trip through old and new school, it's like going through the gorges of modern, fumbling minimalism up the the heights of old Chicago sounds on top of which the oppressed Raver's heart is thumping faster, while reminiscing about good old times for a short while and then looking forward to the spectacular rush down again. Racy, racy! But then, get out of the roller coaster and straight into the haunted house where Sub Static's and Karloff's label boss Falko Brocksieper throws over the sheet and whispers spooky effects and sounds into your ears. He shakes the grooves and rattles the cart and off we go, riding through the abyss of various circuit boards towards the beloved daylight. What a gorgeous day!