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Munich. Stuffiness everywhere. "Wait a second, i need to tune up my instrument". Drabness of a concert visit. "It’s back on". Artists’ onanism in front of a paying audience. Suddenly: power blackout. The out of use klaxons howl. Darkness. Panic. Mass panic--- Light. Everything is new, everything is different. From the relics of a chemical plant rise 2 humans, unnaturally tall and beautiful. Rident they gaze over the city. The instruments are all gone, nothing is left. Structures form chaos. Recreate themselves. Without concept, but with frenetic ambition. Their outfit is chosen, their skin emblazed, their appearance self-confident. That is how Ladies!Disaster! showcases itself in a world, known as the world of music. The big business, you know! Rumtata Rumtata. Radioactive!Croissant! and Ultraviolet!Sushi! are ready to take over. With a laptop tucked under their arms they sample and jostle through this demure world. Whilst you’re still looking for your camera, Ladies!Disaster! are already way ahead. You want to reminisce? What you get is a trauma. And you won’t be able to get under way. You’re stuck. Laughing, these ladies will knock you down. Decompose you. Drag your nerves. But you may as well stay, i mean tomorrow might be a better day, right? Dream on! Ladies? Disaster! [article by abel v b // translated by ultraviolet!sushi!]