Ignoring any kind of limits, the walk was not too far for aural manic creation..... From glandpop to echoism..... In the tradition of dada, lyrics like: "my crap smells like shit", "boom! crash!! boom!!!" and
"nanananananananana" are part of her reflective non-reflexion.....
Madame Krach collects noises as bees do honey..... Trendsetting blind she follows the path-breaking sound carpet of her intuition..... Bacchanal "hit the pot" arias and cadenced twitters have a premonition of the relation to punk and roger witthaker, but to feel out it - not at all..... Pilocka Krach turns data urine into shaken martini with pear.......
EFFERVESCENT POWDER FOR YOUR EARS!!!......
words by calvin celsius...
Pilocka's entry to BB via The Rise of the Artist is the incredible 'Fuck'. Out 22nd Feb 2011.
Pilocka Myspace
In the meantime check the tear-out All Is Love:
