Sergius Golowin
Lord Krishna von Goloka

Even here in the Czech Republic, sauerkraut is a staple on Bohemian tables; pork, sauerkraut, and dumplings are essentially a national dish. As far as I'm concerned, being a vegetarian (and even worse), when this dish is cooked at home, I help myself to a double portion of sauerkraut with at least five pieces of dumplings instead of meat.

The side effect that sauerkraut has on bowel movements is astounding. Besides the supply of important vitamins needed for our body, the internal cleansing the vegetable performs on the digestive system can be physically felt; I sense the seven meters of intestine being thoroughly cleaned, purging out sediments of past toxic indulgences joyfully, without waking up any potential hemorrhoids with reckless pushes. The exit is peaceful and provides a relief that is removed from the act of defecation.

This bliss is also brought out by the record, serving mystical sauerkraut that brings out the cosmic part of each of us.
Born in Prague from a mix of a Russian (sculptor) father and a Swiss (poet) mother, the transcendent sphincter of Sergius Golowin communicates to us how detached the esoteric message of his music is from the material needs of the body.

Our librarian, cataloged in Switzerland as "the most prominent nonconformist of Bern," in his only musical delivery, with the support of Klaus Schulze, ventures into the agitated zones of the invisible. He frescoes atemporal porporina states of lucid hallucination, fills the atmospheres with a metaphonic voice where sidereal drafts tell us stories of woods and mountains and streams from other dimensions, lulling us with melodies that help us recover past lives.

And Bern perfectly embodies being the world capital of "disappearances," concealing in anonymity the occultations, especially monetary: "I live in Bern," someone tells us, and we magically all respond, "Bern? And what the hell does one do in Bern?" It's the experimental kraut of the Swiss Alps, an unclassifiable eclectic groove: cradles, destabilizes, exalts, ignites, transposes, transports, disappears, presents, dreams, immerses, hallucinates.

A magnificent performance in its psychic irreversibility throws us into a suspended environment where all our matryoshkas coexist, open and in line, waiting for the dismantling of the ego in an air dense with archaic atoms where we find ourselves in everything and nothing. The detachment of a surrender and an acceptance of the invisible surrounding us brushed in the manner of astral sounds...

Sergius proclaims the mystification of the material plane where our biological vehicle lives possessed and suggests an internal cleansing through “acid herbs,” not necessarily kraut, that transport us to crystalline insights of our being.

And what did we expect from someone who helped Timothy Leary, "the most dangerous man in America," during his Swiss exile and who shares with him the Holy Trinity of liberation: "Turn on, tune in, drop out." In the "garden of delights," cabbages are also cultivated...