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Halbe Portion Jubel | Carsten Klook<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n Gr 034 | Gruen CD-R<\/a> > [Sold Out<\/span>]<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Some remarks<\/p>\n It\u00b4s a stupid thing to admit that this record is all about being. Not being yourself or something. No, its about being somebody else who wants to be someone. Someone you don\u00b4t wanna be or want to get in contact with. As if someone says: Consider that the outcasts of your country are fucked up foreigners too, even in their own body.<\/p>\n I found the tracks for this record in a suitcase I bid for at the Deutsche-Bundesbahn-Auktion. Inmidst a lot of strange underwear, a velvet suit and stuff like shampoo with a smell of cherry tomatoes and dozen of stinky socks for toes-toes-toes. I grabbed it and put it into my player. Big Foot, big smell. Maybe the man who owned this record has been in a hurry and forgot. I dunno. Give a shit on him and put his headgiving intentions on a mental shelf. (The poems remain the same.)<\/p>\n This record it\u00b4s stuff I wouldn\u00b4t be proud of having made it. I mean, this man, who might have thought he was a big poet or something smashed my brain off with a strange kind of close miking, whispering some evil sex poems about getting fucked (up) by words. It\u00b4s overwhelming somehow, but a bit hard to take if you\u00b4re not a Fan of jerks playing Rimbaud, Blixa Bargeld or the Marquis de Sade mixed up with tiny little guitars, metronomes, some fuzz boxes and noises out of Holger Czukays car. It\u00b4s this Touch-me-I\u00b4m-sick-thing that german rock music (and whatever) has always been about.<\/p>\n That\u00b4s a first impression. And the other is: Mr. Bremse explains the failures of his life. Sounds like. Miniatures with titles like „The Real Important“, „Question Marks“ or „Ambivalium“. Uh. Don\u00b4t ask me. But some guys, I guess, have to do what they want. I found a little piece of paper with a notice that the owner of the tracks has been a music journalist with an attitude to abolish music that sucks. I wonder how he could manage to make these strange noises. Only for himself I guess. For someone who wanted to be someone else. I can\u00b4t handle this. I can\u00b4t take it any more more. So, here I give it to you. Smash it with a grin!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Playlist:<\/p>\n 1. Lunfenku\u00df<\/p>\n 2. G\u00f6ttin der Nacht<\/p>\n 3. Guck\u00b4mal da: Liebe!<\/p>\n MP3<\/a><\/p>\n 4. Dr. Ku\u00dfboxer und seine Sekretspenderinnen<\/p>\n 5. Fragezeichen<\/p>\n 6. Das wirklich Wichtige<\/p>\n 7. Roter Faden<\/p>\n 8. Tarnkappe<\/p>\n