I find myself struggling to think what to write about this time around.
I suppose I could write about the new Nitzer Ebb compilation, In Order, which was released a couple of weeks back as an iTunes exclusive. Nitzer Ebb were exponents of a type of music which was often described as 'industrial' but was more accurately described as 'electronic body music'; effectively, it was a very aggressive form of synth pop as espoused by the likes of Front 242, Cubanate and early Die Krupps; Nitzer Ebb, from Chelmsford in Essex, were lumped into the same bracket, though they derived more influence from their more successful Essex brethren, Depeche Mode, whose Alan Wilder produced their seminal 1991 album Ebbhead. They released one more album (Big Hit), before imploding, finally getting back together last year for a tour and a new album, Industrial Complex. In Order was an attempt by their former label (Mute) to compile a huge chunk of their B-sides and remixes into one mammoth 60-track download-only compilation.
Listening to that this week is one of the principal reasons for not knowing what to write. With 60 tracks to digest, it took me pretty much the whole of the week just to get through it. Suffice to say, it's brilliant, but I was a fan already and so was inevitably very biased. I'll spare you a track-by-track account of its highlights, but few tracks have – for me – come close to the incandescent rage of the live version of 'Getting Closer' from the 'Godhead' single.
I could also mention the new single from New York's White Rabbits, 'Percussion Gun'. This is a track that needs to be heard to be believed, and I've attempted to describe why this song and this band are so exciting in my small Documentary Evidence review. Cick here to go there. Once again, it highlights the seemingly infinite number of bands to emerge from the New York / Brooklyn / Jersey area. As someone said, go to Brooklyn Heights and throw a stone in the air, and chances are it'll hit someone in a sleek and essential band from the area.
Both of these things aside, probably the best thing to grace these ears in the last week or so was equally the most unexpected. My friend and colleague Martyn found ourselves in Heidelberg, Germany on a work trip, and decided to head out for dinner in the town. We chanced upon an excellent little traditional pub, wherein, over beers and authentically rustic German fare we enjoyed pianist Rudi's versions of German standards and the odd Broadway show tune to appease we tourists, all delivered with pomp and aplomb at the pub's old upright Joanna. Of course, you had to be there, and the music is almost entirely indivisible from the setting and the experience, but take it from me, it was brilliant. Read more about Roter Ochse here.
great post
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