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This glitchy bit of blip and burp came at a most opportune time as I was beginning to worry that my review efforts from here on in were going to be spent trashing mediocre IDM and industrial tinged techno. Naarmann und Neiteler smells like a warm monitor but is far away from both dance and car commercial realms instead being a strange collection of 8 bit worship filtered through sterile clicks and cuts in some hi-tech industry clean room. My industrial spidey sense is a tingling . . . finally.
The CDR arrives in an oddball black terry cloth envelope which makes me think of cheap men's aftershave or perhap's gothic themed bath beads. If I ever need a cozy for my testicles, I know where to look but as a CD case it isn't that functional (it is a pain getting the inner sleeve back in place). I was initially confused about who the disc was by and it wasn't until I actually went to the label's site that it became clear that Einzeleinheit is the label, not the artist (an easy mistake since the label name is pasted all over this like nicotine patches on a recalcitrant nicotine addict with the artist details buried in the German liner notes). One small annoyance is the lack of any sort of on disc markings. Sure, a shiny blank disc is aesthetically cool looking but when I accidentally review someone else's crappy EBM as yours because they got mixed up in my CD player you won't be feeling so pleased about your design decision. People, mark your discs!
Whining aside, Naarmann und Neiteler mixes up little bits of digital whir and click into short rhythmic stutter beats that are as much dot matrix printer as anything one would consider percussion. Drones are used here and there but almost everything sounds like it started life as SCSI noise that leaked into the A/D converters of these folks' soundcard. I immediately think of Tin.RP though this recording is way less playful and instead slithers around like Haus Arafna trying to hook up your ethernet card.
Vocals make numerous appearances here though always mutated in some manner, vocoder, pitch shifting, etc. I would have thought that this would be annoying but these outbursts actually work really well in a classic old school cold creepy orator sort of way. Some found sound (self created possibly) in the form of clarinet or something close to it wafts in periodically with a despondent siren call that definitely lends an almost other worldly atmosphere to what is primarily an exercise in CPU abuse.
It's hard to put my fist through it but something about this cool CDR just tickles my fetish for that which smells of acetone and solder. It's emotional without being a burden, experimental while still having a soul (that literally quacks like a duck on "pleasure of Sin") and reveals itself as a thoroughly enjoyable bit of pure industrial ethos lurking beneath a glitch scene shroud. If Rotten Piece travelled to France to visit Mechanoise Labs on the way to Nexsound a gig in the Ukraine and brought along nothing an engraving tools and a hot shit PDA, this is what I would expect to be blasting out the PA. A very welcome and recommended surprise from Germany.
Moron
