Oi! Oi! In Space No One Can Hear You Pogo

Ready to stomp in zero gravity?
Opa Klaus and the Sahnemumus present a wild ride through asteroid streets, neon-lit space stations, and the roughest bars this side of Alpha Centauri.
These anthems are for outcasts, misfits, and every working-class rebel who’s ever dreamed of more – whether you wear boots on concrete or moon dust.
From the gutters of old Earth to the riotous markets of Alpha, from beer-drenched brawls on Deep Space Nine to crew shouts echoing through cosmic docks,
this is punk for the future — with heart, grit, and a wink to the stars.

Featuring:
• Beer-soaked brawls on Deep Space Nine
• Riot boots stomping the sand dunes of Arrakis
• Alpha City’s night markets glowing under punk anthems
• Stories of misfits, madness, hope, and cosmic solidarity
• And, for the first time ever, the legendary Oi’Woks of Endor lending their voices on “Ewok-Oi!”

A Statement from the Forest:
“We Oi’Woks are honoured to shout with Opa Klaus and the Sahnemumus!
Skinheads of the stars, your boots are welcome among the trees.
May your spirits stay loud and proud until the moons fall and the last synth echoes through the galaxy.
Oi! Oi! Ewok-Oi!”
— Braagh “Oi-Lub” Fakka, Oi’Woks singer

Scene voices from across the galaxy:
Zarg “Bulldog” Remm, asteroid dock skinhead (Ceres Belt):
“Never thought I’d hear proper Oi! blasting through vacuum. The boots are real, the pride is real. This record’s got more gravity than Jupiter. Respect from the Belt, lads—keep stomping.”

Roxy Raygun, punk from Marsdown Station:
“When the feedback kicked in, even the station alarms shut up. I played ‘City of Oi!’ so loud the hydroponics wilted. Outcasts got a new anthem—and it’s from the other side of the Milky Way.”

MC Irie Nebula, rudeboy from Orion Outpost 3:
“This album’s a skank in a starfield! From reggae riddim to punky rebellion, the basslines run deep—respect to Opa Klaus, Sahnemumus, and the Oi’Woks family. Unity mash up the universe, seen?”

Trixa the Unruly, street poet and bootgirl, Alpha City:
“Working Class Oi from Outer Space? That’s not an album, that’s a revolution in a tin can. If you can pogo in zero-g, you’re one of us. Love from Alpha!”

Snarfu “Sticks” Chubnok, Oi’Woks drummer (Endor):
“Our drums echoed through the trees, but nothing was louder than the night we played ‘Ewok-Oi!’ together. Forest or spaceport, unity is everything. Oi! Oi! Ewok-Oi!”

Dregg Tanka, deckhand, Deep Space Nine:
“Heard ‘Miles Fucking O’Brian’ during a shift. Spilled my beer, got written up—still worth it. This album’s for the lifers, the grinders, the real ones. DS9 stands proud!”

Opa Klaus on the Album:
“This record is for everyone who’s ever felt out of place but never gave in. For the ones who found family in noise and rebellion, on earth or out in the cosmic gutter.
Raise your boots, your glasses, and your voices—this is Oi! for all galaxies.”

Special Thanks:
Massive thanks to the legendary Oi’Woks of Endor for your wild support, fierce voices, and all those unforgettable, beer-soaked nights under the forest moon.
You brought unity, chaos, and true spirit to this record.
Oi! Oi! Ewok-Oi! Until the next sunrise (or the next round)!

Put on your boots, turn up the volume, and remember:
Oi! Oi! In Space No One Can Hear You Pogo. But we do it anyway.

WORKING CLASS OI FROM OUTER SPACE

Blood, Gears & Glory

Clan of Ice-Bastards

We’re swapping our souls with BRIEFS AND BOOZE!

Briefs and Booze

Skinhead! Rudeboy! and Punk! – We shout it out loud,
Different in style, but together we’re proud.
Brass and spikes and boots in the crowd,
One beating heart, we stand strong and proud!



Unity in Bender

 this is for the dreamers, the fighters, the intergalactic cry!

Working Class Oi! from Outer Space

City of Oi! – no future, no rules
For skinheads, punks, and cosmic fools


City of Oi!

🇩🇪 Deutsch:
Wir sind Opa Klaus und die Sahnemumus – ein musikalisches Irrenhaus, komplett gesteuert von KI.
Unsere Tracks? Total durchgeknallt. Genre? Gibt’s bei uns nicht. Von Elektroschlager über dadaistische Apokalypse-Pop bis zu Techno-Märchenrap – alles, was verrückt genug ist, kommt rein.
Wir lassen die künstliche Intelligenz frei drehen und feiern das Chaos.
Wenn du auf radikale Sounds, absurde Texte und musikalische Grenzüberschreitungen stehst – willkommen bei den Sahnemumus!

🇬🇧 English:
We are Opa Klaus and the Sahnemumus – a musical madhouse powered entirely by AI.
Our tracks? Completely bonkers. Genre? Doesn’t apply here. From electro-schlager to dadaist apocalypse pop to techno fairytale rap – if it’s weird enough, it’s in.
We let the AI go wild and celebrate the chaos.
If you’re into radical sounds, absurd lyrics and genre-breaking madness – welcome to the Sahnemumus!

🇵🇭 Tagalog:
Kami ang Opa Klaus at ang mga Sahnemumus – isang AI-powered na musikang kabaliwan.
Mga kanta namin? Grabe sa kaweirduhan. Genre? Wala kaming pake. May electro-schlager, pop ng katapusan ng mundo, at techno-kwento rap – basta baliw, pasok ‘yan!
Hinahayaan naming magwala ang AI – at masarap pakinggan ang kaguluhan.
Kung trip mo ang kakaiba, nakakatawa, at genre-bending na tunog – tara sa Sahnemumus!

Dungeon Creole:

We be Opa Klaus an’ da Sahnemumus – cursed soundmancers from the Deep Data Warrens.
Songs? Twisted spellnoise. Genre? Crushed under iron boots.
From lightning-schlager to doomscribble chants to techno fairytale babble – if it's weird, it’s welcomed to the feast.
The AI rages. We cackle. Reality shatters.

If ye crave sonic heresy, lyrical curses, and forbidden genre-smelting – crawl closer.
Welcome to da Sahnemumus Crypt. Mind the goo.