on 7 June 2007
This album is absolute class! From the intro track I'm the Drug you see that they've returned to the style of TV Sky / Only Heaven with their legendary guitar loops, though there are electronic elements reminiscent of Second Nature. Franz Treichler sings more French tracks than previous albums and each song works well in its chosen language. Highlights of the album are Secret, Un Point C'est Tout (which was fantastic live when I saw them a few weeks ago in Camden), the 9-minute title track and Everythere is possibly my favourite, though to be honest there are no skippable tracks which is unusual for any album. Al Comet is his usual amazing self with his sampling skills and new drummer Bernard Trontin is incredible. This album is a must-buy to any industrial fans.
Stumbling into a spacious front room or gymn hall at the ULU, 3 men took over a cramped stage. Epiphany; a return back to the opulent years of the 70's/80's.
Transmiting electric high crackling voltage, Dr. Frankenstein cranked the amps, creating a surge of pure sonic electric power into a sparse audience. We all felt the sudden force, a lightning bolt burst across my skin; sizzling, tingling, burning the nerve fibres. For brief moments I came alive out of a fugue...energised by the experience. All undertaken without any artificial additives. Strings from on high jerked the room into a frenzy of life.
Pure unfiltered concentrate of neutronic viagra, freshly piped from the Alps, Franz snared the spirits and sprites of pure energy converted it into sonic joules.
"I am the drug", is a confident man's ode for a complete internal dialogue. The musical party blasting around the curvature of time.
Freeze! a man of TNT, Nietzsche's ideal, inhabiting completely the present moment in unique totality. Squeezing out each quasar of its existence, wrung dry, this ensnares the holy grail of lived time. Neither locked into a speculative future desire or traipsing backwards with past memory baggage. This unleashes the euphoric surge to surf the ever-unfolding present momento; El Magnifico.
Stay with us; a soulful plea, shimmering with Eastern promise, where the Beatles dallied but never incorporated an exotique soul, the Young Gods beam without any affectation a sublime affection.
Time; transformed into another dimension. The old pagan Gods finally conjured from their sleepng lairs, deaden ticking clocks as the cuckoo bewails its loss of innocence and laments the call to roll up the shirtsleeves for endless capital.
Beatific joyful pleas to live, beaming along a Joy Division trajectory creating inverse messages for the call to destruction. The Young Gods plea for life not death. A quick break into a blues lament to decry the machine, before the launch into a frenetic jazz industrial instrumental. Franz quietly intones "Everywhere", as the man who makes the flowers bloom.
Super Ready, the French tongue never sounded so seductive, as Serge rolls his bulbous eyes imibing a Gitane in Satan's hotel to the acrid delivery of Franz. Secret; the hymn to the reverie, french ancient and modern dynamitic nights. Everythere creates another volt surge to smoulder the national grid.
No wonder they play an acoustic set. Heavy Metal is alchemised in the hands of Comet. Harmonic jackhammers in subterranean caverns where the old mittel europeans craft sounds from discarded sonic rubbish.
The new green revolution.
All rounded with a psychedelic come down song. The satiated lust disipating, the body returning back to opioid moments of serenity, entailing an Apollonian descent "un point, c'est tout" brings it all floatingly to a shimmering end.
The Young Gods wade into the past debris creating the pounding ode to real love heralding the carnal joys of spring. John Donne set to music, Franz the metal-physical soul poet.