EP tracks:

1. Disco Pogo Nights
2. Headlong into the Wall
3. Jean-Pierre Ramone
4. Karmalpagua
5. Hansel & Gretel (Autotune Mix)

This record was made by former punks who now dance to disco in old nightclubs turned into tango halls.

This record is the first studio recording from Ludwig von 88 since the late 90s, which is quite remarkable, it must be noted. So, that’s cause for celebration. Please send us crates of champagne.

This record features 5 tracks, all of which are good tracks, except for the last one which is a good joke, but which, through its use of auto-tune, must have a place of honor in your CD/cassette/MP3 player, on your turntable, in your YouTube video, in your heart (with your hands), within the great noosphere of the internet's Wi-Fi waves.

The title of this record, which is also that of its lead song and which heralds a new musical movement of such magnitude as the world hasn't seen in 20 years (which, we admit, isn't saying much), was inspired by the combined spirits of John Travolta and Sid Vicious, with whom the members of the band Ludwig von 88 were able to converse during a peyote-fueled rave party in the Mexican mountains of the ghost of Camden Market.

This record also contains a song titled "En avant dans le mur" ("Headlong into the Wall"), composed in early 2018 and released quite timely, we must admit. It speaks of the undeniable advantages of capitalism when one has decided to shoot a bullet into the head of one's planet. Or more modestly, of one's country.

This record also contains a tribute to the fifth, or sixth, or seventh Ramone (who knows…), who now mopes alone on the (flat) Earth while all his friends are in heaven (chemtrails option).

This record also talks about alpacas, but that’s anecdotal.

This record was recorded at the Love Studio, in Angers, after nights of wild orgies between the sound engineer, his assistant, the colorful buttons on the console, and the strange analog machines piled up there.

This record is made of organic materials, sourced from vegan agriculture. No discus thrower from Ancient Greece was mistreated during the conception of Castor and Pollux.
This record was packaged by the very talented Ben Hito, who is as gifted at graphic arts as he is chatty on the phone.

This record was printed, engraved, pressed, sanded, grooved, colored, glued, pampered, and tucked into bed by PariA and the Archives de la Zone Mondiale, who are, after all, the last bastion against ultraliberalism in culture.

This record has received the "Prophetic visions and verified cosmic inspirations" label from our collective master, Sylvain Durif, alias Merlin the Dancing Madman, alias Monsieur du Snob, alias the Christ who taps.

And in conclusion: you will like this record, because Deleuze and Daenerys Targaryen liked it, and Marlène Schiappa and Christine Boutin hate it.