There are two schools of thought on EN: either they are true pioneers, whose attempts to strip music to it's most elemental form and reinvent it are endlessly fascinating, and sometimes truly wonderful to listen, or they are the most jaw-clenchingly pretentious claptrap ever foisted on a gullible clique of art lovers with no taste, and they should all be locked up forever in a darkened room with nothing but their own records for company. I'm firmly in the first camp myself. Listening to this, I am constantly reminded of work by someone else, only to realise that the other stuff came after this, often by several years.I don't know whether this directly influenced anyone, but it goes to show it was ahead of it's time, and everyone else has finally begun to catch up. Any way, I just love all that clanking of sheet metal and banging pipes,and there is loads of that here, but mixed in with all sorts of other ideas to relieve the noise. We kick off with 'Was is ist' with Blixa bawling away at in classic manic style over a frantic background of crashing and banging, perfect catharsis after a hard day at the office. This is followed by 'Stella Maris' where he goes all romantic tragedy in full on Serge Gainsbourg mode, aided by a German chanteuse and a full string backing, just to show that he can do it if he wants to.We have two tracks that sound like Neu meets 90's trance, in 'Installation No 1 ' and 'NNNAAAMM', and 'Ende Neu' which is just typically EN, which I suspect it exactly what it is meant to be. 'In the Garden' goes all romantic again, while the last track has trademark weird percussion and even weirder words. Very few music lyrics stand up to scutiny out of context, but Blixa's usually do, perhaps because the fact that you have to read them in translation divorces them from the musical structure. Or maybe it's because the songs aren't melody driven in the first place. And of course there are tractor motors, pneumatic drills, vast electrical generators, and all manner of metal work scraping and grinding away throughout. Endlessly inventive, and endlessly fascinating. Literally fantastic!