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THE REVIEW
Kraftwerk ergo “How To Build Your Own Automaton”.
Chapter V: Altera the vain prophecy.
An abyss.
An abyss of space filled via electromagnetic radiation.
An abyss of time filled via listening to recorded sounds.
Recorded sounds that indicate a future only imagined, that neither ever was nor ever will be.
A future that never existed, which is now for us an unattainable past.
An abyss of time and space.
A silence.
From silence to total immersion.
Repetition of a signal; internal recapture.
Cosmic recapture: pulsars and quasars.
Emissions irradiating from the eternal rotation around an axis.
Eternity — circularity — repetition.
Patterns of a timeless time.
The dynamics of propagation: inversion of magnetic poles, inverse proportionality ratio between wavelength and frequency.
All of this, in a two-dimensional radio: tangible image and trompe-l’œil.
In other words:
The cold death of a future that will never be.
The altera and vain prophecy of those who have sung a time devoid of time.
The fascination, retro (for us), futuristic (for them), of imagining a future without a future.
CHAPTER 6: https://www.debaser.it/kraftwerk/trans-europe-express/recensione-123asterisco
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The review presents Kraftwerk's 'Radio-Aktivität' as a conceptual and sonic exploration of an imagined future through electronic sounds. It emphasizes themes of time, space, repetition, and the idea of a future that never truly existed. The album is described as a cosmic abyss blending silence and signal, creating a timeless and immersive experience. The reviewer reflects on Kraftwerk's role in shaping futuristic music narratives with philosophical depth. The rating reflects a balanced appreciation, highlighting the album's conceptual weight rather than pure enjoyment.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
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Kraftwerk are a German electronic music group formed in Düsseldorf in 1970 by Ralf Hütter and Florian Schneider, known as pioneers of electronic, krautrock and synth‑pop music.42 Reviews
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