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...kling klang dance rock...,
This review is from: Burn Your Own Church (Audio CD)
The French and music. Go together about as well as the French and soap. Or the French and not running away. The honourable exemption clause was always granted to Trust, but beyond that, it's been a scary place, unpopulated by talent. But here's Black Strobe, and their industrially inclined klang dance rock to challenge my preconceptions.
Don't be fooled by the title, unless you want to annoy some black metallers by buying them a gift, for having an opening track called 'Brenn Di Ega Kjerke' (Norwegian for 'Burn Your Own Church') is, I believe, indicative of a sense of humour. Not something that industrial music is known for. At least not deliberately, Revolting Cocks aside.
Once you're into the album proper, it's like a Davy Jones locker of the music world, as Black Strobe seem to have spent their time pilfering huge wodges of other peoples music. However, they have had the common courtesy to then twist it into a hulking great mess of their own making. And I mean that in a good way, for when it is good, it's very, very good. Yes, they're doing the whole Front 242 / Young Gods thing, but with some rather splendid twists and turns, aided by remixer Alan Moulder, a man who has survived working with the Jesus and Mary Chain, Depeche Mode, Nine Inch Nails and Marilyn Manson. A man to whom the denizens of the dark, across the world should be raising statues to. If you could persuade them to come out of their basements.
Another thing I've never associated with the French is a sense of humour. I mean, come on, Jacques Tati? But if this lot aren't extracting huge quantities of urine with every beat then they need to be locked away somewhere very secure. However, they have the good manners to maintain a deadpan zealousness to their music which Andrew Eldritch would be proud of.
You should already know how their cover of Bo Diddley's classic blues, 'I'm a Man', is already single of the year, the blues retooled through the eyes of Goldfrapp and the Glitter Band, but now they may have bettered it with 'The Last Club On Earth', a disco lubricated world which sounds equally enticing and horrific, in equal measures. Imagine if Zodiac Mindwarp had fronted Alabama 3 on E. Be afraid, be very afraid.