KRAFTKLUB - Sterben in Karl-Marx-Stadt (2025)
My goodness, the sheer amount of effects — and my goodness, what a record that ends up being less rock and more outright disco. The pulse, the beat, the kick drum: all pointing stubbornly in that direction.
I keep wondering — some universal mental loop, maybe inspired by the Germanic undertone of the project and the themes it pretends to handle — why 96% of global music production leaves the same question unresolved: when the people in charge first listened to this album, why didn’t they simply bin it and save the world from its release?
To be fair, everyone has the right to express themselves however they can. To the best of their abilities. But there’s a world out there, living, moving, carrying on. And yes, there are so many of us that a few likes or a couple of purchases will always show up. Still, let’s not kid ourselves: how many albums are actually conceived with the intention of being albums that endure, that shift something, that carve out a before and after?
That’s probably an artistic matter more than a commercial one. Whatever the case, it certainly isn’t that.