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Praise For Schadenfreude "Jesus Fuck!" "If I listen to any more of that I'll throw up" "The biggest pair of twats I've ever met" "A crock of shit!" "Wait 'til I tell Eddie!"
All these things, and more have been said about Schadenfreude. Like many other artists Schadenfreude have risen from the very depths of society. Born out of the twin depravations of late night television and cheap trainers Schadenfreude have tried to transcend their respective backgrounds to achieve something of unintelligible artistic value and succeeded. Delivering an audio experience likened by many to experimental pile surgery, Schadenfreude’s members take their duty to produce profound and emotionally engaging music seriously and eagerly embraced their inability to fulfil it. Indeed many have likened Schadenfreude’s heroic struggle with and victory over talent to those of some of the greatest thinkers and chat-show hosts of our time, “Music of this nature could only be the product of drug abuse, excessive masturbation and/or repeated cranial trauma...” is just one of the many generous plaudits that have been heaped on the unnecessary output of these audio indecipherers. With five extraordinary works - Ultra Brutal, Macro Incremental Quasi Ambient Variations, Listen Move & Dance, Disco Specialists and Flies on Shit - to their name Schadenfreude, with the support of their record label catch23, challenge the music industry to follow their lead and embrace a level of dross and lack of musical talent that, arguably, even they have not yet dared achieve.
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