Their announcements have been resounding over the loudspeakers of the Air Horse for many times – but now a crackling sound is heard for the first time... the passengers look out of the windows in confusion. Earl Grau is standing at the rotor on the right and Werber B. on the left. They crank, but not on the rotor blades, it looks like black round discs... "Viiinyyyyyyyl" screams one of the guests! Panic satisfaction breaks out! The two jump back on board, galloping through the passenger cabin to the front of the pilot cockpit. At around 100 bpm the machine starts to roll, the slowtech rattles out of the turbines. Partly melodic, partly grating, but always driving. Suddenly there are five people in the cockpit. Co-pilots? But two of them are lazily hanging on the radio cables, while the other one is sitting in the corner, freshly paqed. It´s a short-haul flight or are we heading for tropical climes? And when will the paqage be dropped? A remix debacle – with Foulteer and Paqueta on board. The two Ruhrpots live up to the name of the Foulteers, with coffee-sipping rattling on their wings despite all the speed reduction. Paqueta, on the other hand, is in a bit more hurry and pushes the tempo up a few μ when he takes over the steering wheel. His punches bounce bassy around our ears - from below we only hear the radio message about an 'unidentified flying object'! And so these tireless bass pilots of Air Horse One steer us straight towards orbit with their first vinyl. Limited to 300 black gold records, thus rare goods Don't be afraid – otherwise you'll be too late!