Whatever you may have have heard, we are not Swedish. We do not know where this impression came from. We really have no right to exist at all. Yet... we might exist anyway... go ask Marcel Janco. I'm sure he will know.
Catharsism of Narcotica is not chained to the idea of socially and aesthetically worthless music. We also make aesthetically deviant visual art and performance art and publish a xerox journal of socially and conceptually irresponsible literature and art, The Appropriated Press. However: WE ARE NOT FROM SWEDEN! We love Sweden, I mean, they gave us Meshuggah and At the Gates, but anyway...
Occassionally. People do not like us very much. But... they're jerks anyway. Or Modernists.
Fucking Modernists...
What if Tristan Tzra had a child's casio but no musical ability and loved the macabre? He might have listened to this, but would probably have made something better. Our work springs from the performance poetry of the dadaists, Futurists, and Lettrists. A kind of semi-musical version of Tzara, Huelsenbeck, Russolo, and Albert-Birot.
MUSEUM = MAUSOLEUM!