One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that he’s been transformed into the 5/8 mix: radio by Tobleronchik.
Not only the passionate love for our boy Franz Kafka, whose line from "Metamorphosis" we shamelessly cut for this post, binds us with a strong thread to the Czech Republic. Along with our unnatural addition for the Budweiser beer, there is also acquaintance with Balzhan Bekenova aka Tobleronchik, a DJ and a resident of the underground collective Kava, whose name only making the bodies of the Prague’s club kids move like a fish in the waters of the Vltava.
It's completely pointless to write about the Tobleronchik mix - just turn it on and start sliding through the flow of life like an enchanted Czech carp while it's playing.
