LET´S CRACK IT, PILOCKA!
she was born on a ruby sunday in smashing town berlin at the river s. not far away from the river h. after the block and the new kids a rapid interest for functional syntheses of sound was established. ignoring any kind of limits, the walk was not too far for aural manic creation. from glandpop to echoism. in the tradition of dada, lyrics like: "my crap smells like shit", "boom! crash!! boom!!!" and "nanananananananana" are part of her reflective non-reflexion. Madame Krach collects noises as bees honey.