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Kobosil [ Ostgut Ton / MDR ] Germany

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Koehler is a bastard, a bloody bearded bastard, scouring the streets of St Paul in search of half empty beer cans and cigarette butts. In between stuffing the holes in his shoes with a newspaper and harassing his parole officer for yet another advance on his food stamps Koehler makes broken beats. A reflection of his Broken Brain perhaps? We will never know as his tongue was cut out by a Yardie after a drug deal gone south. It's probably better this way, cause now we're just left with his music, which is like a reverse coming of age story, chronicling the descent of a man once whole into a state of utter decay with a bastardian panache thats compressed like carbon into a diamond razor along which the snails of his mind meander like the slithering snotballs on his bastard cardigan. Breathe through your mouth as you soak this one in!

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