"EVER SINCE OUR FIRST GIGS PEOPLE THINK OF US AS A CULT. AND IT ONLY SEEMS TO GET WORSE." After roving about the railway district in Antwerp, where I marveled at Jewish headgear I could never have imagined really fitting on anyone’s head, I finally arrive at Ed and Sebastian’s, both members of the Varkenshond troupe. They guide me to the sixth floor of a charming, and acoustically interesting anti-squat building. There I hear them out about the therapeuthic side of chaos, harmony and the embracement of mystery, all while the skin of my face is enjoying the sweet vapour of the hot ginger tea beneath me.