
wild that between the recent ying of suburban bands like blood on the dance floor and brokencyde and the metropolitan yang of ghe2o gothik, euro dreck like this still musters some relevance, if only for its bathetic refusal of electronically mediated joy and the marketable memory of its recent histories. Perhaps a good soundtrack to the recent occupy artist space initiative? In fact that questionable honor would better rest with the young, recently disbanded, realicide. in their squatter-y hands electronic music becomes a means to traverse the discomforting netherregions of lumpen hipster consciousness and anarchopunk agency, a movement accomplished wholly through a spine-tinglingly complete disavowal of good taste; a foreclosure of a memorialized past for the naive intensities of the immediate present. see also this for maximum relevance.
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