Cabaret Voltaire
Drinking Gasoline

THE REVIEW

EP of four tracks from 1985, when the name was already established and circulating in the industrial dark circles.

The black humor-tinged ghost of "Mix Up" is abandoned. Rather, it evolves. Uneven rhythms, perfect syncopations, basses with that reverb that would shape an era of musicians and lots of originality.

"Kino" is the update of the dark dance ideology of "Sensoria". There's no annihilation of Throbbing or the virulence of Front 242.

The Cabaret are a naïve idea, a dada passage. Superior to mere definitions.

"Sleepwalking" proposes the agitated tone of Stephen Mallinder and the formidable slapped bass. Funk combined with the sterility of oily industrial gears.

In "Big Funk", triumphant synths are slapped by the grip of the drum machine. The criminal storytelling of the voice is the only human episode amid the cybernetic futurism, which at times takes on almost prophetic, martial tones.

They devour tracks..

And "Ghostalk" is the perfect example of electronic/instrumental mastery combined with melody/ immediacy that only quality industrial music feeds on. An essential marriage that leaves no room for spiteful, negative opinions.

A party for the asocial soul bored by mundane prudence.