Memories of growing up in the countryside. Nights soundtracked by the hum of a tuned-up engine. By the demo of a local punk band. By the acid-house tape from the last visit to Amsterdam. Beers. Many beers. What’s left when all friends have moved to Berlin? Is this rebellion against the postwar establishment? Hold on, there’s a gas station, we should get some cigarettes.
ACUD is actively pursuing gasoline-fueled daydreams in “Audi Tanke Dosenbier”. Imagining himself as the protagonist of a lost culture. A rebelling adolescent, growing up in the countryside. The only connection to the outside world being the treasured, tuned up ride. Stopping at gas stations, drinking beer, shocking the older generation.













