Sequencing all the atomic bombs waiting for some hot action in the Cold War on the grounds of neglected Nazi history. Dancing with a pervasive eye of the Staatssicherheit in their neck. Anticipating the end, the last exitus, everything above and beyond. But they were still too dead to die and so they did what’s presented in the mix: dadaistic nonsense as a new sense, as opposition. A neurotic trip, highly significant then and now.