Electric Café (1986) is one of the more recent albums by Kraftwerk, followed by a long period of simple compilations (which I am not familiar with) and then two albums, finally, one 17 years later (2003) and the even more recent "Minimum Maximum" (2005).
But let's look at the one from '86 (that is, this one): compared to other masterpieces from the 70s, it is decidedly less brilliant, too much simplicity in the rhythms and melodies. In fact, the first half of the album (17 minutes out of 36) is "filled" with three tracks with practically the same, almost monotonous melody and vocal repetition (Musique non stop! Techno Pop!). At a certain point, lo and behold, here comes a voice singing in a Spanish-like Italian that leaves me truly puzzled (Boh...). "Telephone Call" and "Sex Object" leave you rather indifferent, although they are listenable. And, finally, the title track, which seems to echo the same melody as "Europe Endless" (try to think back to the lyrical chorus of this one and compare it with "Electric Café"... there's a certain similarity, isn't there?) and therefore, I think the comparison is impossible with the 1977 track, despite the almost identical melody.
In short, it may be enjoyable, but on a historical level, in my humble opinion, it doesn't have much of importance. In conclusion, I don't give stars not because it is horrible, but because there is no comparison with their other works: it lacks intensity, rhythm, poetry. Sorry.
Electric Café is not indeed a misstep in Kraftwerk’s production, despite clearly recognizing the style of Trans-Europe Express and Computer World.
In its brevity, it offers an effective and very 'cool' style, among the discography of the German band.
You have installed external hard drives on your automatons.
Elevate this divertissement of yours to a manifesto.
The world is a computer. I am a number. My body? Do I still have a body? Am I still my body?
It’s the end of the world, let’s get comfortable, relax, and enjoy its death.