Again I risk adding little to what I've already said, and again I find myself at odds with those who I know have refined taste. Maybe it's just that I'd probably be more comfortable in an afghan than in spandex (I'm guessing: I've never tried either). Maybe it's that I'm more likely to be found in the chill out room than on the main dancefloor. More a geography teacher than a graphic designer.
Leaving aside the clever haircuts, the minimalist chic and the robotic schtick, the music's… mostly quite good. But nothing to be throwing your protractor and your set square in the air about.
So how come I have this CD, then? Along with the printed "import" sticker on the cover, there's a handwritten one: "Sang in German", written in pidgin, not quite sure of itself; is that a feature or a bug? Don't bring it back asking for a refund because you can't understand the lyrics, OK? It's not as though there's much singing on the album — and, besides, tastes seem to have changed, as the German version appears to be the one on general sale in the UK now. But in the nineties, in Our Price on The Moor in Sheffield, this was something exotic and strange. And something that I judged worthy of the £17.99 nosebleed price. Ouch!
MusicBrainz entry for this album
I've never been able to quite connect with this album. I'm afraid the more commercial Trans-Europe Express type work has more resonance here, though I do appreciate some of the shorter more emotive tracks.
Posted by: M.J. Nicholls | 30 January 2010 at 07:33 PM