Fuck me this is creepy. Pure teutonic industrial shit. It must have been one hell of an innovative album for 1985: fusing industrial sonorities, thwart guitars, shouts'n'cries, shrillness and mechanical rhythms, the whole lot being loosely linked to post-punk, noise rock and avant-garde shit. Despite this quite vague definition, the record is focused in its desire to make you uncomfortable. It's a success, although it's not always to my pleasure. Apparently it's the band's most accessible record, and while that might seem weird given the sonic endeavours at work here, the fact that bandleader Blixa Bargeld joined The Birthday Party and afterwards Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds might have tone down the group's industrial fury. Gotta check the rest of the discog to be sure about that.
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