Sven Vath once again evidences his didactic fearlessness with an homage to theology.
So majestic, Sven’s piquancy implies he may be MC Hammer‘s bi-amative second cousin. FTVS will soon transmit an epistle to our hero of geometry with a forthright offer to wet-nurse his toes and sniff his bum.
Despite his contributions to the Reich Züchtung, FTVS remains deeply troubled by Sven’s reorientation toward the indignation that is minimal techno, and much prefers the Golden Era of Vath manifested below.
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The electric salsa has truly been the worst attack on my visual and audio senses from this blog to date. Good work.