As their anaemic Electronica revolution continues apace, you'd be forgiven for thinking that the Germans, still, are a dry, humourless lot....
AS THEIR ANAEMIC electronica revolution continues apace, you’d be forgiven for thinking that the Germans, still, are a dry, humourless lot. Not so techno veterans [a]Hardfloor[/a], whose idea of fun evidently knows no bounds. Ramon Zenker and Oliver Bondzio have based their fourth album on pinball.
A crap concept, obviously, and one clearly not thought through. The closest we get to arcade game-derived thrills here are witless titles like ‘Insert Coin’ and ‘Multiball Challenge’, themselves faceless, acid-scorched ‘stormers’ the likes of which [a]Hardfloor[/a] surpassed way back when with their acid house anthem ‘Acperience’.
The problem is that [a]Hardfloor[/a] today are pretty much an irrelevance. It’s impressive that they’ve consistently made the same album four times now, but you can only tweak and twiddle a 303 ‘acid’ machine over standard-issue techno beats so many times before it starts to grate. But they do still have their moments: in a radical new direction, ‘Skill Shot’ and – Christ – ‘Tilt’ introduce mangled hip-hop and swerving bass into proceedings.
It’s not game over quite yet for [a]Hardfloor[/a], but ‘All Targets Down’ never hits the jackpot.