Cave
Neverendless

THE REVIEW

Kraut rock recipe.

Ingredients for a good kraut-rock album out of time:

• 1 stalwart drummer, stuffed with speed, who, although a faithful disciple of the Neu! church and a fervent supporter of the Klaus Dinger doctrine, ends up seeming like a triple-speed copy.

• 1 organist Bontempi style in a vegetative coma on two, three notes, preferably with the same sideburns as Irmin Schmidt of Can.

• 1 heretic bassist, who instead of adhering to the dictates of kraut rhythmic hypnosis, struts with semi-fusion riffs.

• 1 ignorant guitarist, raised on bread, bratwurst, and Kyuss.

• 1 mute singer, because true kraut is instrumental.

Well, mix these ingredients, and you'll have the new album by Cave, American by birth, but mentally stationed between Essen and Dusseldorf. 42 minutes of the best hypnotic psychedelia of the year. Nothing to tear your clothes over, zero novelty, but 5 killer tracks with a high digestibility rate, now more Can-like (“On The Rise”), now more Neu (“WUJ”), up to the perfect union of the parts (plus some Hawkwindian spice) of the programmatic “This Is The Best”. Among the best psychedelic records of 2011. Burp!