The buzz machine rattles around Kraut and Madchester.
In 2005, Maurice Sumen demanded: “Come with me, come with me, strip naked.” 18 years later he is standing in the south-west of Berlin warming himself by the fire: “Blown everything up” is the motto in “Grunewald Is Burning”. Song about the forest fire that is probably still blazing in some old police barracks these days, no one knows for sure.
The doors are the multi-trick pony of the German music scene, a constantly rotating machine that lets chunks of agitp(r)op roll into everyday life on a conveyor belt from the left. Resignation (“Party Game” nods nicely towards Happy Mondays) meets decelerated Kraut reverberations: “In my grandpa’s living room” sounds as if someone had poured a sack of flour over the band.
“Lost In Invest” travels towards Dub, “Alte Sorte” reports on Block Rockin’ Beats from the heart of Retromania. At the end of the album there is a “tiny house” between fields, streams and meadows. “Like a framed picture,” they say. But if this record is a cycle, next comes someone with matches.