Bastard Toilet

From the box of the seven disgraces the Bastard Toilet emerged.
Born deep in the SchwanzKore hinterlands, we bring sonic food to the starving millions. A sound is without meaning until it is given a contextual layer of bed linen. Our bed linen is woven from the threads of aural kaos and tekno-gonzo. This Ton-Leinen hovers over our SoundBed. It is the bed of bastards. Now we are the BastardToilette.
A feeling is captured, a sound is articulated. Then this sound is put through the TONGulag of Schallers, twisted by the kinetic force of Die Schwanz, led through great mazes of torture by The Unseen Maboroshi and pissed into streams of eternal milk by djJeliSnake. Then the sound is forged. Then the sound is sound. Then the sound is BastardToilette.
Bastardtoilette erbrechen kunst.
Bastardtoilette sind eine strenge Härte.
sound + light = teat

BastardToilette are Bastard Toilet ~^^