Thus far the creel pones have all been academically-inclined in some way. by contrast, here’s a repro of a very bizarre one-off private-press lp “released” in 1981 by one-time tangerine dream / Kluster associate Conrad Schnitzler and given only to friends and family ...The b-side is pretty odd, even for schnitzler, with its pitched up vocals & arbitrary lo-fi synth drippings ; but the real prize is the a-side featuring his teenage son gregor on electric bass and completely fried vocals (in english no less) as run through conrad’s massive modular synth rig ...These are actual “songs”, most 3-6 minutes in length, usually a single vamp that gets coated with all sorts of nonsense-ranting from gregor, considerably more damaged than any willfully bereft “electrocash™” vocal cadence (see: miss kittin, etc...) only actually damaged ... gregor’s vocal refrains are often repetitive to the point of nausea (see: “countdown ... in the underground ...” ; ad infinitum - or listen to the sound-sample), his social commentary so far off the mark (“white people ... black people ... they like you... they hate you !!!”) it pretty much has to be heard to be believed ...Most people i’ve played this for have agreed that this is either the best record ever made or one of the worst (always a fine line) ... personally i hear all of the promise of the art-damaged d.i.y. home-recorded electronic punk revival that was lost as soon as “liquid sky” became the benchmark (and not suicide, the primitive calculators, the storm bugs, attack under attack, etc)... regardless of your taste, your jaw will be wide open for the duration ; certainly an eye-opener for those familiar with schnitzler’s canon ...