Tuesday, January 8, 2008


This Dusseldorf-based trio's brand of Krautrock is punctuated by droning synthesizers, largely monotone basslines, guitars that sound like heavily distorted seagull mating calls, and an electric metronome. The members stand stock-still, impassive, and largely emotionless during live performance. Audience members are asked politely, but repeatedly not to dance.

The group's music appears to reflect a political statement of some sort, one based on some esoteric, extremely philosophical abstract concept, which no one yet has been able to correctly explain. In interviews, every member states a different, though no less equally cryptic justification for its existence.

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