This album is excellent from the start, and brings us back to our memories or our studies, especially if they had the right age between 86 and 92. The list of influences is long as your arm and the ingredients are tasty. A guitar (with more effects pedals as strings) and coffee make a big ruckus in front of a drum machine too robotic. We can also compare these little guys with their stooges A Place to bury strangers (indeed they are rather friends with singer Oliver Ackermann): a little less noise, and more pop. The 10 songs do not decline in quality, and all the songs fit into a pop format that makes the album quite light. The voices are embedded in the feedback, in the crackling and reverb: this is not a great singer, but the nonchalance of pronunciation and downmix print melody louder than words. This album is a gem of noisy-pop, one of the best I have heard, to store just between the "Psychocandy" Jesus and Mary Chain and the "Nowhere" Ride. Roll on the next album ...
