WE ARE LOOKING FOR A DRUMMER / VDRUMMER from Warsaw, Poland.
We are always willing to collaborate with writers, performance artists, video freaks and graphics/foto artists in order to extend the vision even more. MSG for details and a kit to work on.
Shows so far
10th August 2007 - No Mercy, Warsaw
11th August 2007 - Mlynstock Festival, Pomorskie
20th October 2007 - Metal Cave, Warsaw
17th November 2007 - No Mercy, Warsaw
15th December 2007 - Purple Turtle, London
26th January 2008 - Wagon Club, Wroclaw
5th April 2008 - AlterEgo, Szczecin
19th April 2008 - Garaz, Opole
26th April 2008 - Luka, Lodz
21st June 2008 - Bazyl, Posen
5th July 2008 - Depozyt44, Warsaw
25th July 2008 - Industrial Night, Castle party festival
You thought you have everything? Is life going ok for you? The rate, the pace and the routines keep reminding about the nonsense and consistency of all the actions taken or about to be taken. Nothing can be understood really, so just go on with the program and shut up. Fucking idiots. He hated their guts for every sunday-morning shopping spree and for every family social event imaginable. Fear and emptiness was leaking from their eyes, masked by their designer clothes and million dollar smiles. As simple as that, life tried to surprise him with new things, that seemed old at the same time. And there's always someone above you. Someone smarter, prettier, happier. Someone who made it where you failed. Someone less miserable too if that's all you can think of. (His monologues were going out of hand sometimes, switching perspectives and changing points of view in mid-sentence). That someone is as ubiquitous as he can be. Showing off in the box. Showing off on a milk carton. Showing off in a show room, and in the Big fucking shopping centre, filled with amazed retards. He made their day by a single gesture, or a few words cast thoughtlessly into the eager crowd. Hey, you dumb fuck, there is a lottery here, so get your coupon and stand in the fucking line, like a cow ready to be slaughtered. Packed with the rest and guided by the big man. The ubiquitous. Nervous systems become static and an old habit of standing in long lines comes back to life, even if it's not needed anymore. Social criticism - Jacob thought - is not without a sense of irony. After all he was one of them. One of the stupid fucks that can loose two hours waiting for a free coffee sample, or some now shitty yoghurt. Simple logic of a surviving creature is to conquer and enslave the lesser specimens. He envied The Big Men so much. During the long, cold nights in his dirty room he dreamed of being one of them. Or at least someone from their environment. He even could be a dishwasher or a fridge. Just imagine a bowl of ice-cream stuck between his eager teeth.
Oh the third will get you eventually. It's just a matter of time.
What is square extension? It's a narrative, alternative, multi-layered project that is not only a band, but also a conceptual tale. Yes, you can relate to this story, because it is about you. Find out more below :