i heard this album was created as payment for dj Hells BMW which one of the band wrapped around a lampost or something after 'borrowing' it at some chemically enhanced party they were at. if you believe this then it is easy to see the album as being a friendly bit of a piss-take of dj Hell and his whole narcissistic plastic electro thing - think 'i want to make love to a mannequin' while looking at some of Hells album art. either way a great album, captures the ironicism of electro in a way that few have ever managed so explicitly while retaining a cold uneasiness and electronic funk which has seen few serious contenders. quite different from some of their other stuff like calibi you space etc. proper

ok so it won't be playing at the school disco, unless perhaps every child is born with a computerchip riveted onto their cerebral cortex... but this album is simply incredible, in every sense of the word. This is the sound of the dream/nightmare kraftwerk had before they woke to write their music. This is Deep-Blue humming to itself whilst thinking what move to play. and yet it is not inorganic. This is also the sound of the earths heart; seismic tremmors, pulses, shifting rhythms -subsiduary patterns envelop the first, glitches become the form and the form a glitch, a mass of fighting snakes, the dance of a beehive. - This is ice flows creeping slowly across earless wastelands. electric cables in a desert storm, wailing a lost lament... Spirits of stone and ice singing, and sometimes the rough wildness of the forest fire, and, distantly, the fierce drumming of a pagan listening, playing to the chaotic devine order.