DAF pumped the beats in tight bulging black leather screaming; "Do the Mussolini", ironically. Over in Belgium this zeitgeist germinated Front 242, this being the number of collaborators killed by he victorius allies after WW2. A small number considering the numbers of Walloons and Flemish who swelled the ranks of the SS.
This is mentioned because 242 recreate a caustic Riefenstahl homo ertotic proto electronic beat. Short cropped hair, bulging torso's, stark black leather uniforms, Carl Orff announcing the live exit strategy, they play with suggestions and gain a large proto black attired audience.
The songs reveal sexurousal tyranies. Headhunter about selling men in exchange for who knows what. Circling overland an ironic celebration of the surveillance state, as the overlords rotate in the sky monitoring and controlling the fates of those unfortunate to live below. "Welcome to Paradise" brings the USA sinnerology to Europe. This details the American craze of beaming flacid, suntanned, weathered, hate filled new testament preachers into the home. Ostensibly to fleece the gaping open mouthed of their excess income. Recompense in the next life, a promised berth next to the prince of hippiedom is the only offer.
Industrial concerns around sex, rhythm control and power pervade the songs with a Tom of Finland musk, catchy, stripped and austere body music pumping continuously to the ever present beat to reveal humanistic concerns.