Wailing guitar feedback whines from the speakers. Crashing cymbals and pounding drums beat out a foreign rhythm in a time signature that wouldn't sound out of place on a jazz record. A chugging and pulsing bass guitar section enters the fray, and some erratic vocals and keyboard interject from time to time to round out the composition. What I have just described is the opening moments of the first song on this album, "Pinch." The musicians play in such a way on this song, and much of the rest of the album that it almost seems that the progression of the songs almost sound accidental, like they're jamming out the songs for the first or second time, experimenting, figuring out what works as they go. That's what the record sounded like to me on first listen. As I play this album more and more, I hear the talent and careful composition which these musical geniuses made sound accidental to the unfamiliar listener. This was, in ways, unlike anything I had yet heard (even by krautrock standards), but the more I listen, the more I find myself wanting to revisit this record. Highly recommended for fans of the unique.
One of the effortlessly brilliant records you have probably never heard. Fluid German avant-funk with a hippy Japanese singer, babbling in space dust. GET IT!!
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