We first met Roskovitch when out hiking in the depths of Romania. Walking along a dusty mountain path we came
across a crumpled looking figure sitting in a wild flower meadow, whistling strangely catchy tunes.
Over a plate of cheese and rabbits milk he explained that unless he found a way to record these tunes, his head might melt under the strain. At least we think that's what he was trying to say, it was difficult to tell what with his face seldom removing itself from the milking bucket.
Anyway, he followed us for the next fortnight, often from a distance of several miles, and somehow smuggled himself into the UK in one of our suitcases. We opened it up to find a hideously contorted, fairly unpleasant-smelling creature in amongst the toiletry bags.
Upon spilling out of the suitcase he headed straight for the studio, working without a break for 72 hours, left for a bacon sandwich and disappeared.
We found this masterpiece on the hard drive.
Over a plate of cheese and rabbits milk he explained that unless he found a way to record these tunes, his head might melt under the strain. At least we think that's what he was trying to say, it was difficult to tell what with his face seldom removing itself from the milking bucket.
Anyway, he followed us for the next fortnight, often from a distance of several miles, and somehow smuggled himself into the UK in one of our suitcases. We opened it up to find a hideously contorted, fairly unpleasant-smelling creature in amongst the toiletry bags.
Upon spilling out of the suitcase he headed straight for the studio, working without a break for 72 hours, left for a bacon sandwich and disappeared.
We found this masterpiece on the hard drive.
download only - june 2011
germstore - g03