Rural Black Metal Punk from the backwoods middle of nowhere… „In the dead of night resounds a ghastly screech in Agasul, drifting across the countryside – the curse of the Schrädel. The Hungersinet drives his woeful doings, the moaning of the Näbelschlucker awakens and gasps for Sargnägel, Pfiiffe, Chlöpfer und Bränz.“ Out of the stale swill of the Helvetic Underground Comittee, ZAPPEDÜSTER gathered together, wielding hatchet and rusty chains to stir up the spectres in the local pubs with their antiqated patoit Black Metal.