The language of DIE KATAPULT is definitely surprising; they are optimistic nightmares, space travel full of shrapnel, melodic belligerence. It is a universe made of cuts, tears, and black and white dust, but that also has a strange touch of of something dream-like... Sometimes it is can be hard to talk about music. Didn’t they say talking about music was like trying to dance about architecture? Well, then, let’s dance.