i had to play naked city's torture garden after i listened to "wunderkind" by extreme artist flatz. quite contrary to his really adorable "physical sculpture" performances (sewed in towels in a public toilet as hand dryer, naked as dart board giving one a handful cash when a dart hits his belly or as living pendulum being swung to unsconsciousness between two steal panels accompanied by waltz music) this track is rather vapid (how vapid is vapid?) and embarassing – even though former kraftwerk member karl bartos had his fingers in the sound pie. anyway, it's the lyrics, i guess...