Two kings of the indie dancefloor unite for a warm, timeless take on 20th century pop and rock
Silence Is Sexy
Like some polo-necked strain of herpes, those pesky German industrialists never go away....
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.
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