- Shopping For An Avant-Garde Identity In The Bazaar Of Life
- Are You Ready To Know That Seen From Up Close Things Have No Shape
- One Fine Day The Sun Admitted She Was Just A Shadow
- Oh Sweet Martyrdom Of Not Knowing How To Speak But Only Bark
- A Pile Of Dumbstruck Faces Watching The Universe Function Without Them
- Every Epoch Dreams The Next One Even If It Becomes The Nightmare Of The Other
- My Tongue Pronouncing Words Without Consenting To Their Utterance
- Working Through Disappointment To Further Disappointment To Defeat
Sergeant ventures deeper into the chaos, occasionally emerging with something dangerously close to catchiness.
Symbols further explores the technique the band calls “dj-shadow-in-reverse”. Instead of digging for samples, they dig through themselves. Things are cut apart and glued back together: kraut drums, plunderphonics fragments, dance floor killers and dub chambers. This time, the wreckage has rhythm and the rhythm has an opinion. Ferre sings through the songs like he’s looking for an exit and having a great time not finding it. Somewhere in there, a flute appears: it sounds slightly worried about the bassline. But the band is more in charge of its plot than ever before. Sergeant finds bliss in losing it over and over again.

































