SCKEUDITZER KREUZ - No Life Left LP (2nd Press)
Schkeuditzer Kreuz is one human and some machines, making noise, in the face of it all. Live electro industrial punk created out of the wreck of the plague year twenty twenty. The human element of SK has been playing stringed instruments in punk bands since the days when the world had happiness and hope. Since the decline there has been a building of greater affinity with machines making the creation of SK inevitable. The name Schkeuditzer Kreuz comes from a motorway intersection between the A9 and the A14 in Sachsen, the sign for which was glimpsed out the back of a moving vehicle while escaping Leipzig many years ago. The sound and feeling behind SK is based around that signpost.
After selling out the first press of 300 we've done another second run of 200 with slightly different artwork.
A cold, bleak, industrial, punk meditation on a cruel world and lives fighting that world only to be inevitably crushed by the gears of the death machine.
The whole album rumbles with the beat of the death machine that craves blood to lubricate its mechanics and the melody of tanks crushing skulls.
Throw in an Anti Cimex cover and you have the ultimate dystopian punk party at the end of times.
It's a grim listen. Believe me. But it hits a lot of familiar notes for anyone who's hated their boss, a heartless government and a corporate landscape that uses people and the environment like resources to grind up.
There's some sort of subconscious communion of punks and outsiders that can be felt on this record, as on all of the best punk.
Schkeuditzer Kreuz is one human and some machines, making noise, in the face of it all. Live electro industrial punk created out of the wreck of the plague year twenty twenty. The human element of SK has been playing stringed instruments in punk bands since the days when the world had happiness and hope. Since the decline there has been a building of greater affinity with machines making the creation of SK inevitable. The name Schkeuditzer Kreuz comes from a motorway intersection between the A9 and the A14 in Sachsen, the sign for which was glimpsed out the back of a moving vehicle while escaping Leipzig many years ago. The sound and feeling behind SK is based around that signpost.
After selling out the first press of 300 we've done another second run of 200 with slightly different artwork.
A cold, bleak, industrial, punk meditation on a cruel world and lives fighting that world only to be inevitably crushed by the gears of the death machine.
The whole album rumbles with the beat of the death machine that craves blood to lubricate its mechanics and the melody of tanks crushing skulls.
Throw in an Anti Cimex cover and you have the ultimate dystopian punk party at the end of times.
It's a grim listen. Believe me. But it hits a lot of familiar notes for anyone who's hated their boss, a heartless government and a corporate landscape that uses people and the environment like resources to grind up.
There's some sort of subconscious communion of punks and outsiders that can be felt on this record, as on all of the best punk.
Schkeuditzer Kreuz is one human and some machines, making noise, in the face of it all. Live electro industrial punk created out of the wreck of the plague year twenty twenty. The human element of SK has been playing stringed instruments in punk bands since the days when the world had happiness and hope. Since the decline there has been a building of greater affinity with machines making the creation of SK inevitable. The name Schkeuditzer Kreuz comes from a motorway intersection between the A9 and the A14 in Sachsen, the sign for which was glimpsed out the back of a moving vehicle while escaping Leipzig many years ago. The sound and feeling behind SK is based around that signpost.
After selling out the first press of 300 we've done another second run of 200 with slightly different artwork.
A cold, bleak, industrial, punk meditation on a cruel world and lives fighting that world only to be inevitably crushed by the gears of the death machine.
The whole album rumbles with the beat of the death machine that craves blood to lubricate its mechanics and the melody of tanks crushing skulls.
Throw in an Anti Cimex cover and you have the ultimate dystopian punk party at the end of times.
It's a grim listen. Believe me. But it hits a lot of familiar notes for anyone who's hated their boss, a heartless government and a corporate landscape that uses people and the environment like resources to grind up.
There's some sort of subconscious communion of punks and outsiders that can be felt on this record, as on all of the best punk.