Showing posts with label Neu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Neu. Show all posts

Monday, 8 September 2008

The Negativ and Non-Negativ

In case you didn't join us for our krautrock psychosis tour of Deutschland over the weekend, and you're feeling a bit left out, we have just the ticket - A trip to Negativland.

Nurse! The pNEUmatic drill...

























Neu! - Negativland


And now for the antidote, courtesy of Berlin "neuro, non-electro duo" Echokrank.

I hear Valkyries...
















Echokrank- Non-Negativland

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ADDENDUM
Neu! should need no introduction.
And if they do, then you should visit the following sites:


Echokrank are Hotleg (drums) and Brezel (synths).
They make über-irreverent, ultra-lo-fi cut&stick bubblegum musik.
They have a new album out on Gagarin Records, and if you are lucky enough to live in Germany, Holland or Belgium, you may catch them on tour this week.
You may recognise one of them from our good friends and L'Amour Electronique faves Stereo Total.

Here is footage of Echokrank captured on our visit to Berlin in 2007.






Friday, 5 September 2008

Nightclubbing & Nachtmusik

Here’s some claustrophobic kraut-disko to set you up for a Friday night.

First up, Parisian duo Zombie Zombie, paying homage to one of Iggy’s darkest, most oppressive moments

























Quick! Book that budget flight to Berlin, we can be there in time for an amphetamine breakfast, then we’ll live it up like it’s 1977.

Zombie Zombie – Nightclubbing


Tsssk! You were in such a rush to book the flight, you forgot about the return tickets.  Stay calm, neck these downers and we’ll catch a train… How about a little night music, courtesy of Modular Records, to lull away the journey?























Eine Kleine Nachtmusik – Etrinken

Deutschland passes by in a foggy, motorik blur – You dream of 12-hour krautrock marathons chez-Can, in a dank warehouse crudely sound-proofed with prison-issue mattresses… You hit metallic beats with Kraftwerk, after sneaking in the place of Wolfgang Flür’s showroom dummy… Your head pounds with pneumatic drills and rapier-like guitar scrapes and klangs as you crawl your way out of Negativland… You are Damo Suzuki… You are Damo Suzuki… You are Damo Suzuki… No, I am Damo Suzuki