Neo-futurism. BOING. BOOM. TSCHAK. New minimalism. Electronic sound. Music non stop, technopop. Decibels. Ultrasound. Industrial rhythms. The music will continue. Zong zong. Goodnight. Dos svidan'ya, Moskva. Musique non stop. Musik non stop. Music non stop. Techno. New ideas. Fluxus.
The phone line, the connection. Human contact is dead. You are so close yet very far away. I call you day and night. To hear your voice on the phone line. I am man and machine. I am artificial. The world is a computer. I am a number. My body? Do I still have a body? Am I still my body? Yes...no. Show a bit of feeling, I don't want to be your sex object, you excite me and then forget about me. Yes...no...why...maybe...perhaps...yes. My sex is public goods for private consumption. Physical culture. Diet cuisine. Dynamic art. I am music. I exist and that can be enough. Pure existentialism. Auditory masturbation. Electronic music. Rhythmic figure. Political art.
The atomic age has begun. Music is a flow. Music no stop. Technopop. BOING. BOOM. TSCHAK. It's the end of the world, let’s get comfortable, relax, and enjoy its death. We no longer are. electric café.
Compared to other masterpieces from the 70s, it is decidedly less brilliant, too much simplicity in the rhythms and melodies.
In short, it may be enjoyable, but on a historical level, in my humble opinion, it doesn’t have much of importance.
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.