Einstürzende Neubauten
Silence Is Sexy

THE REVIEW

11 years spent anything but silent. And now a reissue. Here we are. Just one album, and if you order in time, you'll even get some matches. 

The smooth velvet bass that caresses Blixa's "infernal" voice, the demolisher of buildings, on "Sabrina" says it all, speaks of colors, hoping they are right for you. Those who remember the video will enjoy the unease of the images if they close their eyes during the listening. Blixa smokes, inhales loudly, he cannot help it because your silence is not sensual at all, and he, bouncing on Hacke's strings, is the most convinced of it. The title track flows slowly in its 7 minutes of post-apocalyptic blues in the void, paying tribute to John Cage, smoking again.

Industrially speaking, the danceable pair of "Newton Gravitalichkeit", with its snare drum filled with cymbals that ring, wounding the ears, and "Zampano", with the skeletal "typewriters" that punctuate the pauses of the verse, the tribal-electro-spastic percussion, offer us a moment of unprecedented space-time rhythm elevation, which gently brings us to another bluesy-industrial-sweet-like-a-kick, "Heaven Is Of Honey" brings to mind the strings of master Cave. The underground malice of "Die Befindlichkeit des Landes" marks another milestone in the album, you no longer know whether to stay still or move, the melody seeps under the skin, the percussion is increasingly metallic, and the melancholy is accompanied by sideral notes.

At the end of the tunnel, there is no longer a Total Eclipse of the Sun, but the distorted signal of a cellphone ringing near the speakers, distorting, and magically becoming the starting point for "Anrufe In Abwesenheit", unpleasant and inconsistent, percussive, very disturbing. 

The buildings still collapse while we wait.