Description
Abrasive times need abrasive sounds, and who wouldn’t enjoy this unique feeling of getting your skull shaved from the inside? Connoisseurs of upscale sonic carnage and other blunt sensualities suspect it already: this is about AUFTRIEB, the Nineties’ prime address for scratched-out filters and shot through speakers; a thick-skinned approach to Techno heavy with vodka and paranoia, totally oblivious of any floor fear or dancer’s blame – a singularity even in the Kompakt universe. With “Berlin Berlin”, WOLFGANG VOIGT returns to the fringes of discworld, fulfilling his PROTEST duties thanks to an armory of distortion and the guts to take a good look at the abyss. In equal parts a tribute to Dutch gabber and early Belgian techno, these two cuts capture the precise moment when the abyss looks back – transforming the dance floor into some sort of giant fryolator and the bouncing dancers into Belgian fries. Sure enough, nobody hears you scream in space, but down here, the acoustics are way better.
