Al Lover
Neuicide!

Ah, if couriers could talk. And here's a job I could never do in life.

A job where I deliver packages without knowing their contents; a bit like giving something without knowing what it is. Five house numbers before me, the courier had delivered a vibrator, but he doesn't know it.

Two hours earlier, he made a 45-year-old somewhat new-age woman happy with a multi-colored LED aroma diffuser lamp that fills the air with intense sandalwood scents, while a playlist crackles from a 2008 Acer, thanking eternal Love with the "Sounds of Nature."

I, instead of the courier, would have delivered the vibrator to her, but he doesn't know it because the packages are as anonymous as his face while he hands me an Amazon box.

And if he had ever asked me: "What's inside here?", I already had the answer ready. "It's the new one by Elodie. Did she like Elodie at Sanremo? Love, love love, love love... it went like this, more or less."

Go ahead and tell him it's the ten-inch by Al Lover. But yes, come on: Lover, Elodie, Love love, we're always there.

If you have in your top 5 life albums Neu! and the debut of Suicide, you can't remain indifferent when looking at the cover of Neuicide!: a blend - ça va sans dire - between the German and the American group, produced by Fuzz Club, a British label that is investing a lot in the project The Underground Youth (their new album officially releases tomorrow*).

Al Lover is a Californian musician. Musician, well, yes, maybe; he assembles, produces, edits, adds things, removes others, does DJ sets, attracted by the atmospheres that once were: psych rock, krautrock, drone music, very bandcamp things, mothball-like but of today.

Neuicide! revolves around the sample-parody of the musical intro of Rocket U.S.A., track two from Suicide's album, with parody carpets that recall Hallogallo, the German school, a bit of healthy contemporaneity, and a drumming style very much like Klaus Dinger.

And, on these (parody) samples, Al Lover's ten-inch does things. And I can say, without any contradiction, that it does good things. It does things that almost make you want to put a nice vocal bar on it and produce one of the coolest rap tracks of recent years.

In short, there is enough material to indulge my obsessive-compulsive mania and force a poor SDA guy to deliver this fetish that today proudly reigns among its parents, in a maniacal composition display that might be the prelude to my forced hospitalization.

They seem like mom, dad, and little one: a nativity scene where little messiah Al Lover, pampered by Neu! and Suicide II, returns to earth to give us the good news: nothing is lost.

Sure, aside from this serial collector's enthusiasm, I don't feel like crying out for a miracle, nor do I feel like blessing this project as something that goes beyond a brilliant idea that cannot be ignored, but nothing more. Lover's artistic path walks and will continue, net of this well-made little monster dedicated to the memory of Alan Vega and will proceed with his 1400-view YouTube videos.

Sure, the more I look at it, the more I listen to it, and the more I think: but why didn't I do it?

*By tomorrow, I mean 17/02/2017: with Debaser's naive dates, better clarify. I'm doing it for you, friends of 2198 who are browsing through this absurd and ancient thing called the internet.

The new album by The Underground Youth was released 181 years ago.