Silence Is Sexy
Like some polo-necked strain of herpes, those pesky German industrialists never go away....More on
Doubtless it's all done to fuel the artistic muse, though, so any suggestions that Blixa Bargeld should give the whole enterprise a rest and stick with his more profitable employment as a Bad Seed are pointless. But when plodding opener 'Sabrina' Xeroxes Nick Cave minus the humour, and the title track constructs itself around long passages of - oh, you kill us - silence, it's like the last ten years never happened. That, incidentally, is in no way a compliment.
Mercifully, they seem to have realised that their installation-friendly skronking hasn't a hope of sounding genuinely [I]extreme[/I] in a post-ATR musical landscape. The clanky curio 'Zampano', pop frippery by their standards, takes centre stage for a while but a final 18-minute howler takes us right back into the Dark Ages. It's called 'Pelikanol', it gets a CD to itself, and it's the same dour sheet-metal arse they've been boring us with for years. By the time it finishes, that album title will contain more wisdom than Einst|rzende Neubauten's entire career.
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