I don't know what a fuck is to give it
running a label is mostly great. you get in touch with some of the most interesting individuals, you offer space to something that matters and means much to you. you support art and the people behind it. and you get others some work. you make them produce your records, make them print your bookleds and flyers and you pay them. that's just fair. and then... there's your new record which appears like from out of nowhere. something new and unique has appeared on the face of the planet and everybody is so happy and greatful about it.

FUCK THAT! the industry gives you shit and isn't interested in your wacky ambitions at all. you're just a annoing midget and they don't give a flying fuck about the deadlines you have.

you wanna make 300 copies of what? vinyl? that shit doesn't pay in any plausible case. so carry your ass back into the hole you've just been crawling out of and wait until WE
let you know about when WE are willing to hand over your crappy records. but it's ok for us if you pay in advance!

so...
thanks for you time and by the way: the teaser for this very record is online.
  		 
MANIFESTO

What we do is similar to what a male seahorse does. After the act of, well, fucking, it carries its babies and gives birth.

We do so as well. And as the seahorses we care a lot about our babies. We don't want them to be sold at supermarkets or megastores. Like good fathers we carefully choose their environment, because we really don't want them to share a cashdesk with toasters, nosehaircutter and mobilephones.

Any artist who would like to have babies with us should know that. It's not because we dislike capitalism for its own sake - or because we think money is the root of all evil. Well, ehm, that's another story. Mostly it's just because those huge stores suck.

So feel invited to join the AENTITAINMENT idea: Go to real and genuine record-stores with staff that cares.

 
 
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