Someone should make a plaque when they stick the shiny new building up. ‘You probably don't know it, but this is where "greatest rock and roll bike shed in the world" was.’
Tobias's LP is a magnificent follow up to his Impossible Cities 1 & 2, somehow going much further than those to records, and having more of a spacey, Eno-esque feel to it.
But for such an approachable, affable chap, Hilkmann's music is a mystery wrapped up in an enigma wrapped up in a Hema gift-wrap.
Barreuh don't promise an easy ride but, when experienced as a whole, and over time, their catalogue is certainly something that allows a (Dutch) reappraisal on avant-garde electronic music.
This new one sounds like a tougher, more raw-edged record than earlier efforts; and one that seems to want to explore their grungier side.
But in these days where the hippest of the hip flock to see Ethiopian dance bands or Ghanaian kologo, surely there's nothing wrong with taking in a bit of Dutch beat?
One thing to note is that it can be a fucking quiet record; lots of passages of sound are quite content in sitting in the background.
On this record zZz click and it's revelatory. Somehow this release feels different; it's guided by a more human, less theatrical star.
Rats on Rafts are not trying to make friends, instead they’ve done the thing you always WANT a band to do and that’s do their own thing.
It thunders and groans around the stratosphere like a lost, pissed up Jotun looking for the last bus to Blackpool.
You know what the FUCKING WORST thing in the world is? Playing a gig, packing up at 2 am and then driving back the length of the country.
I'll guess wildly and think that they've gone into the studio and felt a bit of pressure, and not really gone further than presenting a cleaned up version of their live shows
The sucker punch, Song For a Dead Pilot, is a feral and often primal bash which sounds like Roxy Music's Do The Strand thrown into a tumble drier.
Super Empowered is not a procession of monolithic blarings.
I’ve seen Howl Ensemble play and as musicians they look nothing like the sort of band you’d think (after listening to this) they should look like; coming over as a bunch of Heavy Metal escapees.
That is a bit of a Dokkum thing funnily enough, because we want to play with our friends rather than have a band with other people; you know, just to 'be in a band'.
...listening to King of Heart Attacks and Senseless Trips, you suspect the big joke Sven Agaath plays on us is to make us listen to a messy, bedroom take on Richie Blackmore or Kiss.
This is a brilliant pop release, driven by boredom, daydreams, living in a cut n paste Dutch town, and enlivened by a sort of home-brewed sound that is inspiringly, bullishly, tinny and processed.
But otherwise Sound on Sound sounds as current as something by the Wanda Group or Lee Noble.
These new King Champion Sounds tracks DO feel like night time drives round grimy urban centres, and in that are far more wide ranging and multifacetted in scope and ambition than the ones on their breezy debut LP.