Lucy – Bein
There’s something tribal about many of Lucy‘s produce. Gatherings of people called Turmoil create circles around their casinos, I can picture them. Rolling around like confused clocks, horrifically disorganised, yet in time. I get this emotion from Bein by Lucy that is less than exactly pleasurable. It makes me feel rigid. And Turmoil start to disperse, they head off for the night, they sprint around the town in old-fashioned trainer shoes, looking for an open window, an empty bed. Distorted faces that are hardly ever seeing the light of day, distorted faces are pressed on Turmoil’s head. Undefined. Unclearly, Turmoil marches around in horrid confusion, eating all the voices they can find. With Bein by Lucy, I become conscious of my body, especially when it’s nearing some ungodly hour in the morning, and I don’t know what to do except move my fingers. This is not a great hour, I could only make it worse with such haunted-feeling german nihilistic techno.
Apparat – Black Water
But then! Ah!
Apparat. Classic. He has a whole new batch of fresh electronic muffins on display. This is so exciting! Really spiritual and reflective effort resides in Black Water. I can’t wait for tomorrow.