Hamburg is the place for me!
Deadly, precise, armour-piercing T-1000 gamelan and coarse, mechanical SOUND-WEBS that trap and display the purest in fine-filtered, modulating German pilsner with an illuminating air of madness - courtesy of Ditterich von Euler-Donnersberg, long-rumoured to be the mastermind of the mighty Werkbund organisation.
If ye imagine the Basic Channel lads swapped their fleeces for straightjackets, or if the Hal 9000 mob and Frieder Butzmann had snuck into Studio GRM posed as janitors, you’d be on your way to grasping the magnitude of twisted connoisseur brain-spritz’ing on offer here…the makings of a future classic, we believe.
While successfully blurring the peripherals (thank christ!) with perpetual, engulfing statik, the extended piece by redoubtable mensch-maschine Felix Kubin that occupies Side Two shapeshifts in the manner in which only the most distinguished android azzazzins can - moving through passages of potent, nano-techno motifs and surging, ice-man distress signals with a wired, pathfinder instinct. Iz cold but biguuud iz PERKY!
As with the DVED side, it inducts new psychoactive enchantment with perfect, SUGGESTIVE pace and cadence to the point where listening to it reminds me of when I once thought it a good idea to pay to be verbally hypnotised by a bejewelled, very overweight, very bald man several years ago in a premises that one would have expected to feel more, er, professional? Sanitised? Wall-mounted Certificate of Excellence from the Lanarkshire Guild of Hypnotists or not, if you too are seeking to untangle the inevitable I would strongly recommend sitting, staring at a blank wall, consuming an entire pack of your chosen biscuit and listening to THIS fine hund as a more reliable course of action. Astonishingly good - these boys aren't messing about!