Niegdyś w Berlinie, a teraz w Bolonii. Na Diagonal, ale i na Skudge. Jego muzyka też nie jest nigdzie zamocowana na stałe. Brytyczyk niby robi techno z brejkowymi elementami, ale ma ono zarazem krautowy posmak.
Koehler opened into the hill a spacious wound and digged out ribs of gold. This is his second oﬀering for the ESP Institute. Side A, behold a wonder! They but now who seemed in bigness to surpass Earth's giant sons, now less than smallest dwarfs, in narrow room throng numberless—like the conjurers of Light Magic beyond the Tuscan mount; or faery elves whose midnight revels by a forest-side or fountain some belated peasant sees, or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon sits arbitress, and nearer to the Earth wheels her pale course: they, on their mirth and dance, intent with jocund music charm our ear; at once with joy and fear our hearts rebound. Such place eternal justice has prepared for those rebellious; as far removed from the rave and light of a sunrise set as from the centre thrice to th' utmost pole. Oh Side B, how unlike the place from whence they danced! There the companions of the artist’s departure, o'erwhelmed with ﬂoods and whirlwinds of tempestuous ﬁre, he soon discerns; and, weltering by his side, one next himself in power and next in crime, long after known at the ESP Institute, and named Koehler. If he whom mutual league, united thoughts and counsels, equal hope and hazard in the glorious enterprise joined with me once, now misery hath joined in equal ruin; into what pit thou seest from what height fallen: so much the stronger proved he with his thunder; and till then who knew the force of those dire arms. Farewell, happy ﬁelds, where joy for ever dwells! Hail, The Grand Illusion, receive thy new possessor—one who brings a mind not to be changed by place or time. These two songs will sit you dove-like brooding on the vast abyss.