In the artist's words:

SPEAKING IS A GUN is the energetically charged, quantum-mechanically instrumentalized quartet consisting of drummer Damian Baran, singer and guitarist Florian Begenau, bassist Max Prieß and lead guitarist Julian Reng.

SPEAKING IS A GUN is the relentless search for new forms in unknown dimensions, the spatial sound of a breaking record, the smell of burnt tapes, the oxization of a voice and the colour spectrum of any blues rock song.

SPEAKING IS A GUN - the escalation of our music-addicted brains with external technologies, the unreasonable and dangerous fusion of rhythms of postactual music cultures. SPEAKING IS A GUN - a positive localization in a spaceship with engines of psychedelic and fuel for electro under the synnaptic pressure of the energy of synthpop cyborgs.

SPEAKING IS A GUN got our cassette recorders working again. the rock grandpas out of mouldered armchairs, soul grannies to take off in high-speed magnetic orbits, and Robocop to a synth console to create neopop babies for a dance in a galactic time warp.

We don't know whether this post-apocalyptic experiment in musical time cataclysm will succeed, but we already suspect that we won't want to lose the desire to experiment, to work on a space-time music distortion, to spend a filtered scream, to create dimensionless sound.
And long live the good sci-fi fairies of alternative rock! SPEAKING IS A GUN - this never-ending post-rock and happy-sound-future project from Berlin's vibrant rock'n'roll underground ended up leaving many things out of the normal human framework: The rhythm of life, friendships, even the intensity of a kiss with married love, eating habits, obsession with painting - you might have dreamed a little of old circus performances, Beatles in the old people's home disco and a completely radiated Pink Floyd - and woke up at some Berlin stage, in the cesspool of fresh beer, applause and a hectic present in which David Bowie's bones had allegedly just been found hanging outside the entrance.
The drums hammer sixteenth notes, guitars and bass fly around the skull of a legendary folk-rock beast while the seltame-clad singer hypnotically and repetitively pulls his tongue out of his throat. - And as if that wasn't enough, we are gripped by the sky-scraping mirage of a confused beat-nick dream.

SPEAKING IS A GUN - that's what it sounds like when you turn up to a gig in the early hours of the morning in Berlin-Friedrichshain in nerve-wracking fashion, during which a couple of urban bums and post-pubescent city junkies, two sound-loving metal whores and 21 obsessed modern-day punks spread exactly the kind of word of mouth you DON'T deserve and which will probably attract even more sunflower-addicted hippie gondolas and teetotal indie cartridges the following week. Then you know: you're probably doing too much right - at least that's what someone tells you, passes on hearsay. SPEAKING IS A GUN - did someone once say that this German band is a defiant swan song to the false promises of conformity and a poignant lament about the dwindling lightness of being? - What's this nonsense? - The lightness of being is a function of the live sound after weeks of fiddling around in the studio. And the audience in particular knows better how to assess the aesthetic situation with every chord struck and every syllable shouted. SPEAKING IS A GUN - that will probably be: a constantly ambivalent mixture of betrayal of the norms for one's own life and the closest collaboration, a study of nano-acoustic astrology and constantly fierce discourse - because that was what made it possible for us to pick up the musical spectrum of the pre-corona period. It was also the end of our stay on our home planet. Since then, as we had long suspected, we began to explore the solar system of a new universe, in ships of cartoonesque electronica, smashed by old-fashioned indie rock and drowned in amphetamine screams. SPEAKING IS A GUN: Who still thought of unruly rebel rock from the non-existent garage? Or Polish-influenced migrant noise-core? Yes, anyone expecting too much would probably have to condemn all kinds of small-town blues before calling the four Berliners by their master's name. After all, who doesn't break out into a smarmy, cheeky grin at the sympathetic attempts at artistic classification? SPEAKING IS A GUN: When it comes to working out dirty catchy tunes, all you ever hear is the fat heartbeat of a black body of animals. Because every day this pulsating piece of musical energy lies not only in our chest, but under the butcher's knife of alien, overdosed nerves. SPEAKING IS A GUN - the music workers of the fifth dimension. 
SPEAKING IS A GUN - the sound onauts of the old world. 
SPEAKING IS A GUN - the captains of a future of rockophony. Because POPART never dies! Parce que nous avons toujours cru à l'amour des hologrammes musicaux! Tenemos música en español que incluye música de Terminator. Hasta la vista bebé. 

And: SPEAKING IS A GUN - when the first two songs were uploaded to various streaming services last year. 

SPEAKING IS A GUN - when the first two videos appeared on YouTube during the pandemic. The early post-punk trip "Rocketeer" doesn't close its eyes to the performance of the modern era - Dreiklangdimensionen - so tactful.