Herr Doktor Pegritzstein, Shelterbrake Colteryahn (a.k.a. Fenderblank Neumanoyd), P-Nis, DJ Heauxmeaux, your mother.
Influences
Oldskool industrial, gay-bar house music, weird experimental crap, The American Civil Liberties Union, heresy, and MOUSE ON MARS. Ohyeah, and Otto von Schirach. Sometimes.
Sounds Like
Electrobotic funk and glitchity-witchity IDM getting prison-raped by oldskool industrial and house music.
Herr Doktor Pegritzstein got really bored with working on spooky ambient one day and decided to try to be Front Line Assembly. Next thing you know, Shelterbrake Colteryahn walked in and started kicking out some dope house styles. Then DJ Heauxmeaux came by and brought some beer and robot limbs, and it turned into a total church-burning block party. They all wore corpse-paint like Norwegian death-metal bands and danced by the light of the blue LEDs on our laptops, worshipping an effigy of Jacques LuCont made out of Kentucky Fried Chicken leftovers. Somehow, the album Eleventy-Seventy Names in Vain came out of this mess, and it ought to be released sometime soon if these laser bastards get off their asses and finish mastering it instead of working on the followup, 2 in the Pink, 1 in the Stink. Now some jagoff named "P-Nis" (yes, that's his real name: we've seen the birth certificate) has started screwing around at the Collective Labs and he's been making their stuff sound a little more like Ludacris.
