Von Sudenfed
Tromatic Reflexxions

Fucking brilliant.

Here's a summary of the Von Sudenfed CD. Who the hell are Von Sudenfed? The most improbable duo of the moment, or perhaps the most probable.

Mark E. Smith meets Mouse on Mars ladies and gentlemen. Germany and England no longer bomb each other but bomb the listener with 12 badass tracks without mercy for anyone. Because this is a hard-hitting, relentless album. Mouse on Mars puts themselves at the service of the madman from Manchester and custom-tailors explosive, wicked beats for him, corrupted inside. And so it’s obvious that the sprightliest old man of the moment has fun like a child, ranting all his contempt and cynicism, and the two blend perfectly, understand each other, perhaps love each other (okay, let's not exaggerate).

I mentioned a few lines earlier: improbable duo, if only for the fact that collaborating with Mark Smith must be a Herculean task. The toothless one is not exactly an easy guy. However, an obvious duo, because if you listen to this album, you’ll realize they seem made for each other. Mouse on Mars does everything to use every hard and irritating dance/electronic rhythm, from techno to jungle, and Mark transforms each piece into rock n' roll with his voice, with his rebellious attitude, which is the essence of rock and roll.

Already the first single "Fledermaus Can't Get It" makes it clear what’s up: it's sharp, fast, direct, the rhythm crumbles and resumes, it relaunches while Smith leads the cavalry to the assault. The Martian mice on their part are good, very good: there was a risk of boredom, but they always pull new surprises out of the hat with skewed and ever-changing creative rhythms. Smith's voice is better than usual, also the result of the remarkable treatment by skilled collaborators, it's a particularly dynamic, reactive voice, if not at points an integral part of the sound manipulations that constitute the tracks. Listen to the hilarious "Flooded" where Smith plays the part of an unlikely DJ master of ceremonies flooding the club where he's supposed to play. Or "Family Feud", an unmissable furiously electric/electronic and punk track, where Mark Smith ironically(?) enjoys exalting himself, shouting like a madman: "I am the great MES".

In short, I've told you. It's fucking brilliant.