With their detuned and wobblingly mutable attack that staggers between lumber/bellow/screech sturm und drang and artfully elusive jerry-rigged constructs of rhythm box, radio and slithering little guitar figures that spit flecks of rust off their corroded strings as they're agitated, Neue Deutsch Welle weirdniks Soundmaschine here effectively set up camp in the theater of operations/theatre of the absurd staked out by the Geniale Dilletanten mob (Die Todliche Doris, Einsturzende Neubauten, Sprung Aus Den Wolken, Frieder Butzmann et.al.). A good 'un.
NOTE: Due to it's idiosyncratic structure, it's nearly impossible to discern where one track ends and another begins on this tape, so I've ripped each side as one track.
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