Iconic. Transeuropean. Like George Clinton and Kraftwork in an elevator, trying to figure out how to get the MS-20, Space Echo and the Compressor working properly. Without gravity, in outer space, the universe, and everything.

A party that gave birth to a record label. The sort of party that keeps on partying without due thought to the people waiting at home for it in bed. The sort of record label that is born from high-end gourmet dinners followed by low-end drugs.

We are the home to CSMNT61 (Lost Valentinos/The Knife Machine), The Finger Prince (Hoodraticus/Long haired chap from Infusion), Jensen Interceptor (Light Year) and Vivi (that guy).

This is fun with techno.