London, 1961, I remember it well. It was a special time in which two monkeys started to team up to have adventurous adventures, from rolling down steep hills in stolen overalls to sliding down the stairs on a mattress and playing tennis with a lemon and spatulas as their rackets. They had cornflake boxes as shoes & complaining neighbors who thought these two escapees had been doing satanic rituals in the night music-wise. These two banana loving characters had been using the tools of their time to collaborate on the musics far ahead of their time. They recorded in true lo-if form the drawers of their cupboards, sampled their cats and switched on their prehistoric computers to fiddle their old school sounds into what’s now known as the electric weirdness that they called ‘4Fists’.

These two personalities took their journey through life and captured them in their obnoxious album titled ‘polikolholio’. Their output had been so underground that even the owners of these boldest fists had no idea where they had been ended up, giving them out on limited CD’s that traveled to places that no serious music lover had gone before. They went off their tits, smoked up whatever that was poisonous and somehow managed to go on and live their fruitful lives without looking all the way back to their ultimate collaborations together. Now billions of years later, the album full sentimental material had been resurfaced, rereleased on their long gone self generated cat-run record label ‘Gattoblastor’ to function as a document in time in which piercings had been admired & drum and bass had been their pulse of life.

The resurrection of this document in time might be of no interest to anyone, but is a important piece of time-travel for anyone willing to understand their roots of togetherness & longing for a time in which living on the edge was a daily form of survival! Even mac Donald’s uniforms got nicked for Burger King visits, dread lock stalkers knocked fanatically on their door and they slept with a big massive knife under their shared pillow just in case their psychopathic peeping Tom housemate would pop in to get his sloppy sock out!
Maybe you can hear it in ‘Polikolholio’ maybe you can’t, but trust me from the good sources that I’m in contact with; it’s somehow all there!

Naughty monkeys that celebrated every day, holed up in their hole in Highgate, they must have been the thorn in the eye of their more beloved arty farting neighborhood; they knew how to party, they knew how to enjoy the good life & somehow connected their similar interests in the joy that was beat creation made out of the everyday garbage that their floors had been fully covered with. 4Fists had been the epic center of rock and roll without the whole need for a electric guitar or a stage to shit on; they had bathtub parties, megaphones to scare the children and invented the legendary fun game that is ‘broekgroepelen’.

On their stone-age phones their would sample voicemails, on their crappy microphones themselves talking about the joys of sucking your boyfriend; they had been rolling from one place into another, juggling dolls in the park and going down the streets on children’s tricycles! Somehow the authentic recordings dove up to say ‘hello’, being splashed on the newly born label’s online home for anyone with a interest into these illustrious characters that lived every day life as if it was their last! They called aphex twin on the phone, they laughed about people they met their names, shat in plastic bags and stuck peanut butter sandwiches on windows; the 4Fists had been the pippi longstocking of their lives and amazingly managed to make this peculiar album along the way.

Now you can try to dive into their heads, hop on their beats, smell their sounds of anarchy, snoop on their electric stuff to get a bit of the action that you probably had missed out on, but still has that living pulse of adventure rolling through like no-other! It’s not easy to look back, but with underground material like this it feels like a celebration of history, one in which their attitudes had been the ruling scepter and they danced on their own drums like no one else could! From riding pretty boys to ponys, from gamelan-metal to sweat & bray; this documentary of an album is here to stay!

(^ review on YIKIS yeahiknowitsucks.wordpress.com/2017/11/22/4fists-polikolholio/)

gattoblaster proudly presents: 4fists - polikolholio.
we had to dig deep down in the archive to get these old school lofi kickass tunes by 4fists. completly crazy, dark and gloomy.
saved from a broken personal computer for your dancing and listening experience!

blasty beats, tape, drawers, satanic rituals, johny jordaan, banging doors, it's all in here!

Download comes with alternative cover artwork & tracklist! Isn't it amazing!