Who is whø? And who is Paula?
Until a few minutes before writing this post, I didn't know the answer to either of these questions.
Now, after 'extensive research', I can tell you this:
1) whø? is a German underground electronic music producer and DJ, based in Berlin.
2) whø?'s first name is Marcel.
3) whø? looks (and DJs) like this.
4) whø? is also the founder of the label Who is Paula.
5) Who Is Paula's first release was in 2020, the eleventh (and where I came in) is the Riding The Bassline EP, out on 19th June.
6) Aside from whø?, label mates include Acidulant, CH415, Cignol, Featherstone, not even noticed, Vertical67 and Zobol.
7) If you like acid, IDM and electro music, you will be a very happy bunny.
8) Who is Paula? She is "a fictional, thematic concept representing the acid and electronic sound of the label, and the recurring protagonist across each of the label's releases.
9) This is the story so far:
WIP001
Paula left crossing each river twice, knowing there would be nothing to come back to and on the way each of her steps continuously sonicated and extruded to finally collapse into the emptiness she once came from.
WIP002
Paula proceeded to question each dot down that wave and each answer led her back cross the river, up the ruler which measured her life.
WIP003
Paula took a trip. And as she was walking on clouds, beautiful clouds, hovering through kaleidoscopic forests and gliding through multicoloured reefs, she couldn’t help but cry.
In glee, in absolute enchantment. And when she had to leave, all that was left were Shades of Acid. And dry tears, tears of joy.
WIP004
Paula said: there are words they tried to print, there are thoughts they tried to speak, there are pictures you cannot show, photos you cannot snap and lyrics that you cannot sing. Think as I think, she said, see as I see, I kiss your thoughts, I kiss your dreams, I leave my steps upon your reality.
WIP005
Paula heads outside in the dark. Touch and release, fingers probe searching for the unknown and return to the glove, still there for me and you. It's ours to preserve!
WIP006
Paula looked into the mirror, when logic and proportion have fallen apart, white fog lifting and falling, glimpsed thru mullioned glass, crawling around her face like a thousand micrograms of bleeps, far above the moon. Is it real or an illusion?
WIP007
Paula counted down as time cracked open. Thoughts bled colours. Reality flickered, then vanished.
WIP008
Paula looked at her arms to see skin start to shimmer, limbs stretching, shapes shifting as the weight of her old self passed like a wave. She soared through the open window, metamorphed, shapeless, but a sonic whole.
WIP009
Paula revels in the ocean of space. Each star a story, each galaxy a poem, Paula's spirit danced among them, forever changed by the celestial ballet. Her soul feels at home among the constellations.
WIP010
Paula lay down, listened to her veins, felt her heart pumping. And as electrons rushed through her arteries, it suddenly dawned on her: It doesn’t need royal blood to be a queen. Just acid.
WIP011
Electron waves rise high. Paula's eyes half open, heart pounding, as she seeks the line, carving through the curving crown. And as the sine collapses she exits as one.
10) I'm sold on this mystery!
(With apologies to Walter at A Few Good Times In My Life for the post title's possibly ropey translation)




