Two tip-toe sounds from afar in the dark, where everything springs to life, into light and
day... whilst smashing buckets, beeping mouths.
It's been a while now for SchnAAk to evolve from furry factory noise sessions of songs
they smashed in the faces of bewildered people for one year solid while releasing two
acclaimed EP’s. Initially they rubbed faces in persistence that said "Get used to it!"
After several excursions through Europe, Africa and the United States SchnAAk has lived
up and loves weird hip-hop beats, parallel comic-art universes and stylish African
rhythms, though still working deep down in a factory of cosmic noise, but adjusting their
machines nicely to sing along. You’ve heard right: Sing along! Wake up Colossus!
The bucket has been proper band member since the first day, comfortably embedded
amongst the two. The two with the four arms: two that stroke the wire, the other holding
the wood. They make fire from amplifiers. They know how to do that, because they are
smart… and they cook human flesh over it, nicely. It’s just two guys from Berlin who are
connecting this gathering of frequencies and toys with impressive musicality - heartfelt
musicality that never slips over the song itself or the naive joy of this music.
On Wake up Colossus remodeled instruments and weird sounds blend together in superorganic
new pop music with focus on songwriting, way-out grooves and odd hooks. If we
were to invent genres we might call this "transcendentally fertilized new machinery pop".
Gabbling guitar sounds and infantile voice rapidly transforms into a humming train
squeaking all along its tracks. Spot on percussion articulated on buckets, various metal
pieces, plastic clappers, xylophones, congas, bells as well as 'regular drums'. They
perfectly groove on, off, lean, bearing with the estranged guitar and the buttons
connected to it. SchnAAk walk in new territory and they make it completely their own.
Here in this bizarre world of Wake up Colossus the experimental development that
happens in contemporary electronic and instrumental music, folds together embedding
infantile sounds, modern composition, electronica, soul, avantrock and odd R’n’B...
Both grey-haired new music fetishists and their three year old kids may dance together

"Un rock velu à l'extérieur mais tendre à l'intérieur (sûrement un peu vicieux aussi), héritier de tous ces groupes qu'on chérissaient (et que l'on chérit encore), qu'on a rêvé de voir, qu'on a vu. Des trucs qui font crr, boum, pam. Certains diraient du rock'n'roll, d'autres du bruit. De la musique pour boire avec les copains en bougeant la tête comme un lobotomisé, de la musique pour taquiner le préposé au micro et son acolyte à la six-cordes, de la musique pour se faire des acouphènes et réduire son vocabulaire à cette douce interjection : HIN ?, de la musique pour sentir son rythme cardiaque prendre des petits coups d'élans Usain Boltien, de la musique qui fait se sentir plus vivant (ok, ça, c'est salement osé comme phrase)   Je pourrai vous dire tout ça, sauf que présentement j'écoute de la musique gnawa en buvant une tisane, je n'ai pas mangé d'animaux depuis quelques mois et si j'apprécie La Pince, je n'en suis pas le plus grand fan. Reste les copains, et, tant pis pour la note émotionnelle, mais c'est bien là le plus important.     Bohumil S.Thompson"