This cut must be accompanied by a more elaborate comment.
On the one hand it is so distracting that even I myself was stunned for a start, on the other hand it exemplifies the process of creation of that strange BuDuClan music.

About the process:
This present cut makes easily understood how BuduClan is carefully groping through the dark, happily digging in the primeval swamps to find for all musicians – like in a meditation – a resonating feeling to be condensed.
I will not stop keenly considering this wonderful process and keeping it mostly unshortened while cutting – even though I might have to endure curses because the cuts are seen to be too long again.
This is the one and only BuDuClan! That joint resonance which is to be found and to be expressed.
The tonal and rhythmic structure arising there from remains free and changeable at any time because the feeling is the compass through the sea of thousand options … From “tender like a petal” to “bloody, raw and dirty” anything goes and right so covers the partly contradictive issue…
THATISWHY: “Are you still making music … or are you playing already?”
I will honour this process in future as “leading-off meditation”.

About the contents:
The old “Little Red Riding Hood”-subject in a new garment: Insidiousness!
Here it gently seduces “come right near´… so that I can eat you more easily!” This is not the musicians´ wickedness but it reveals the suffering at the insidiousness of the “real existing madness” we are living in. Anyone takes the mickey out of anyone else! Salads are not getting more expensive, but the plates are getting smaller…! That´s the way it goes nowadays.
As normatism and restriction of freedom have come to a worrying amount I think it is up to the artist living in society to act out a warning function. Who else should do so…?

About the piece:
Starting already at the “leading-off meditation”, there is an off-voice trying to hypnotise the listener: “listen to the noise – listen to the noise!” until (1:50) biting aggressiveness brakes through and furiously screams into the attentive listener´s ear. That is really mean indeed. Even meaner are but the official injustices and menaces that get painfully expressed in this cut.
It drives me mad to see how so much injustice and meanness is openly exercised and born without lament. THAT is what I scream into the listener´s ear so that he will see for himself! That is the key to understanding these cuts. (Well knowing that such an attempt is completely useless in reality!)
Even the saints (the wise of the willow) we are being deprived off by having them stained with irony.
Not the creative consciousness nor musical skill, but intuition and instinct are here at work. Scales and rhythm do matter to BuDuClan as much as traffic signs would to scenting deer. The melodies emerge out of themselves… and the surreal lyrics wander between onomatopoeia, Denglish, spontaneous bits and determining hook lines. At the beginning there is not the word, but an authentic impulse that is still searching for the word… From such a layer of consciousness BuDuClan generate their creations and lay open the channel to the incessantly bubbling well of musical inspirations – and have done so for more than ten years.
As the “pigs” keep people at it, BuDuClan allow their listeners a rest in between (so they don´t run away) just to keep viciously maltreating them thereafter again.
The piece wouldn´t end without living to see a way out: The recollection of the joint power finding a good long celebration in the final part. Only when cutting it I realised that the final part contains meditation experiences (dynamic meditation with catharsis) and also the association of an (almost) beating up in a restaurant I took for long forgotten ( the waiter…).

We don´t want “thumbs up”, but “hearts open”!