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Deep synth sweeps, a pattern of bleeps, a buried vocal distortion and steady, scruffy beats indicate we're on our way to 1920.00 (i'm on rotation) ((radio edit)), a kinda dark/kinda light dancefloor burner. clit.wörk (maschinwörked) again demonstrates a predilection for particularly grungified beatronics pounding under nicely done keyboard work. (This track also tosses in a few instances of foul-mouthed samples, which are from an old Cheech and Chong movie, I think...). Murkier and with a slower pacer,
lass mich raus then erupts into a fury of metal guitar licks, monstrous voiceunders and syncopated female wails.
Gusts of wind are penetrated by mechanical rhythms in witches revolt (she's on rotation); the deranged gutteral rantings of said witch are backed by hypnotically twirling synth riffs and rapidly cycling e-beats. My favorite piece is the masterly (though rather badly titled) blend of noise/beauty, lust.skull. Maybe it's just a poor translation, but that ill-conceived name really does nothing for the inspired electroGoth grandeur within. The noisiest piece yet, under pressure thunders with gritty machine clatter, pulsing electronics and a speedy rhythm.
Organ surges of Transylvanian proportions and occasional piano bits are pounded by e-drums and electronic shrapnel in die macht der nacht; the track abruptly begins to cut out at its end. 1920.00 (i'm on rotation) ((dist.version)), the alternate version of the title track, runs one second longer than its predecessor and is slightly noisier.
The harshly warbling soundwaves of and it's getting darker (3:09), receive softer, spooky accompaniments, spoken word samples and scattered breakbeats... take a walk down an urban street in the city of Darkness.
Haunted technoballad escape from paradise (10:28) wraps dense swirls of synth around piano lines, electrobass riffs, portentious whispers and slow beats. The track fades to silences after 4.15... at the 6-minute mark, distorted effects slip under a gigantic electronic structure of rhythmic noise and power. Assaultive waves, frenzied bleeps and frantic hisses provide plenty attack without any drumbeats per se; all of which very suddenly ends...
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