Herr Kaschke-Idk, but…

Herr Kaschke is cool, his music is cool, his artwork is cool and to be totally honest I’m not one for flags or nationalism or deep fried Mars bars but I do wish I was from Germany where I could casually follow him around and be part of his cool crew (him and his three legged hund). Problem is, when I was at school I just didn’t try hard enough in German class to succeed, the one and only phrase I can remember is “mein Kaninchen ist gestorben” and I didn’t even have a rabbit. But as I got older Germany just oozed cool for me, what with Kraftwerk, then Krautrock and then the week I spent in Berlin in a grimy Irish bar with a girl from Düsseldorf and some lad who possessed an awe inspiring mustache, Germany caught me there and then, and I was hooked. Herr Kaschke continues this fine tradition of aceness and ‘’Idk, but…” is wet your pants good, I’ve been listening to it on repeat for the last 48 hours and I’ve had to change my ethically produced underpants multiple times. First things first, it is amazingly danceable in a kinda fill the club inside your head way, the spring loaded dancefloor in your brain should be well prepared for a thorough but joyous beating. I think if I wasn’t the kind of never nude, grey skinned wobbler that I am, the thought of listening to this down at some sort of pool party sounds amazing. Nodding along while the sun slowly goes down, gradually becoming more and more inebriated on rum and “coke” that by the time those spirit lifting horns kick in you’ll realise you’re half way down the beach, hand in hand skipping with the love(s) of your life, Dierdre from Düsseldorf and Johnny the Tasche, pc. Check it oot here: Idk,but…