I have seen the death of
rock and roll and its name is
after a gig, I go home, get into bed and
watch TV. After this one, I ran in crazy
circles around Trafalger Square, loudly
proclaiming the above sentiment and
looking for a sizeable mallet with which
to knock off the heads of the lions at
the bottom of Nelson's Column.
Malaria (how apt! What usually happens
following .a dose of malaria?) the stage
is cleared of regular instruments and
amps and on come lumps, sheets and
cylindrical pieces of Berlin metal.
large in number, gathers at the front. At
times, people sway like a football
audience and later, occasionally, even
a buzz of expectation which is remarkable
considering Einsturzende Neubauten have
never before played in this country and
have no records (as yet) released here.
This anticipation stems solely from their
limited press coverage and a word of
mouth underground rep.
sings like a man being strangled and
attacks a guitar with a necessarily
insensitive urgency. In the first song,
Marc Chung sends out a quivering,
pulsating single note bass line; the
other two whack the chunks of metal; more
sounds come from a cassette player.
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