But what interests those of us who have been around the krautblock are the tracks by the lesser-known bands.
impossible to decipher in a single sitting.
Elsewhere in the linear notes Parks states: ‘This ain’t your Jimmy Buffet Banana Republic. It’s Fellini with Bikinis.’ He’s not wrong.
This is a band that’s not afraid to experiment with different textures within their basic sound
it’s a beguiling listen and one to stick on if you’re feeling abstract.
Dutronc knocked out some classic records in the sixties
We really should have brought this record to your collective attention earlier: because it’s absolutely brilliant.
Simple, (in the best sense), precise and blessed with a magnificent gift for melody, this record is an absolute must if you like intelligent, reflective pop music.
The conceit behind the LP's birth is a marvellous one, and in many ways, a product of the psychedelic era.
You get the feeling that there are three great, unrelated, unfinished projects or ideas here, all waiting for a moment of clarity... like a meeting of three people at a party who have nothing to say to each other.
Are we still supposed to like No Age, or have they had their allotted 5 minutes?
I thought it a strange LP then; and I do now.
Now imagine, in a parallel, slightly more warped universe, Texan Redneck with a Big Cock would be the soundtrack LP for the Breakfast Club. Think on.
Get a fabulous and intelligent spoken word artist in Myra Davis and team her up with Gudrun Gut and Alexander Hacke and you get something as witty and engaging as Cities and Girls.
Seriously, sit on the internet, cock in hand, and join the blogosphere in orgasming over its merits...
Okay, let’s get this straight. This dude, Paddy Steer, has sat around in Levenshulme for nigh on 20 years and amalgamated a set of wibbling, erratic, incidental chamber music...