...hey kids, get a laptop, throw away the instruction book, and start making some fucking noise...
Dat Politics are trying to cheer you up. No, really. What initially sounds like psychotic laptops having a fit – a threatening, alienating carnival of noise
you’re not invited to – soon reveals itself to be something far simpler. These are robot nursery rhymes, lullabies to hiss at androids before they slip into dreams of electric
sheep-shagging. It’s all quite cute if you think about it.
Don’t think about it too much, of course. The kind of po-faced reaction that this music is surely destined to attract is at odds with the hyperactive ping-pong melodies and splenetic beat riot being coaxed from computers
by the four unassuming French digital crusaders onstage. This isn’t clever music: despite the band’s cold, intimidating
name and their lack of song
titles, no particular statement
is made all night.
At its most basic, it’s an
exercise in pushing the PowerBook to sonic extremes,
like Kid606’s glitch experiments
or Max Tundra’s avant-beat free jazz noise terrorism. But when
it starts getting madly hypnotic and ecstatic – all ricocheting toytown spurts and pop breaks – it’s as dumb and joyous as the
best punk rock. And there’s the same mindset here – hey kids,
get a laptop, throw away the instruction book, and start
making some fucking noise.