Blacken the Black are:
Saam Schlaminger (Chronomad/ Alien Transistor)
Annika Line Trost (Trost/ Four Music & Cobra Killer/ Monika)
Albert Pöschl (Queen of Japan & Diska/ Echokammer)

Exit. Exito. Exitus - way out. Success. Death - on luminous boxes, spanish, clinical white. Exito - Success. "But this whole success-thing just took up", remembers Ad Reinhardt, "when some of my Black Mountain College students had thrown ardently onto the story of Paris being dead."
Death in ether, the fifth season - "Cobra Killer" Annika Line Trost' lyrics may sound english but they're not; "Murdam" she breathes in persian, meaning "I am dying". Like "Pearl diver - take me higher", which could be an imploring chant to an online-shop named like that, it is a 13th century persian poetry indeed. "Ding Dong" just translates german
"Klingklang", a term which is internationally well known as the name of a successfull record-label:
the peak of experimentalelectronic appropriations intruding into the world of pop. From the unreal to the realm.

Blacken The Black driving in their hearse over black tared mainstream to the funeral of pop.

There are Aldo Tambellinis' Videotapes "Black Is", "Black Plus X", "Sun Black" or "Black TV", all of them dating between 1964 and 1966, the year The Monks' "Black Time" had been released, Otto Luening wrote his "Entrance and Exit Music" and George Brecht edited his Underground movie "Entrance-Exit", a shot from black to white screen. None of these experiences are on the record, but under it below - so they are subcutaneous on it, and subtonal to be heard. From the unreal to the reel.
They are the overcovered traces on Frank Stellas', Ad Reinhardts' or Mark Rothkos' canvas, black on black over and over again, mixtures of red and blue sometimes, hidden elements under this black layer, like on a palindrome where one layer covers the other, the canvas are renewed and the surface "murdered". These minimal pop-traces are not only generated and created by the trio forming Annika Line Trost, grown up in Eastern Berlin where the only way out seemed to be spiritual escapism, Saam Schlammin.......
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