Still and all, the google translator turned up this paragraph, which will have to go into my personal hall of fame:
Andrew Durkin, who despite having a doctorate in English literature are self pseudo-intellectual, not designed this maze called the Industrial Jazz Group for ridicule or leave us hanging from a branch like a chimp or for us to eat the boogers in the fetal position while we admire his and spark insight. On the contrary, it invites us to immerse ourselves in this sea of complications in the spirit of that sharpens the wit from a playful perspective. And I see no evil.
Anyway, big thanks to Sergio Piccirilli for giving this poor bastard of a record some attention and love.