Werkbund ‎– Aquis Submersus

CD, Album, Limited Edition, Numbered


1 Untitled 21:12
2 Untitled 27:13

Companies, etc.

  • Manufactured ByCDT Berlin
  • Distributed ByEFA – 06525 01


Limited edition of 1000 hand-numbered copies, but some are not numbered.

Barcode and Other Identifiers

  • Matrix / Runout: CDT-BERLIN EFA 06525 01


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July 22, 2016

Werkbund is perhaps the most enigmatic industrial band (i wonder if anyone ever discovered their true identity, truly 'a mystery wrapped in a riddle inside an enigma') and Aquis Submersus is their most fascinating album. A watery Leviathan of sublime yet grim atmospheres where Chaos reigns supreme, but a Chaos not as confusion but as the primordial Hesiodic pool of possibilities. 'Beginne den Tag mit Sterben' their cryptic message, drowned in water.


June 4, 2012
I'm a little confused as to which is the title, which is the group/artist etc, but never mind. What I do know is that if many of you were lucky enough to hear this once, you will buy it & keep it at the front of your collection. It's grey and dreary music, yet managing to be immense & magnificent at the same time. There are only two tracks, neither of which are titled as far as I can tell (the booklet has some interesting, colourful & noisy oil paintings depicted, and the words "Beginne Den Tag Mit Sterben", "Der Feind Sieht Dein Licht VERDUNKELN" appears in another place, and the above titles appear on the spine. Mysterious! It also seems to be a limited run of a thousand, so strike now to avoid a life incomplete! Anyone who found those introductory pieces on JOY DIVISION's first album - the subway sounds, machinery approaching, bringing with it a feeling of grey isolation, may like this album - the entire thing is that atmospheric. Oh, but there's so much more....
The first track opens with bassy anti-rhythm, over which a plethora of noises are played, trickling water, unusual percussion, squeaking noises, rattles, chimes, all manner of things, while an organ sustains over the top. A huge, dramatic piano chord beats in the next movement while 'found' percussion echoes into the distance. An atmosphere evoking an eldritch, abandoned cathedral & doomed submarine eeking out the last measure of air appear, at least in your reviewers mind, and seem surprisingly natural bedmates. Like a precurser for darkness, the music changes, evolves, always offering something of interest to the listener. A slow toll of a church bell, as if heard from within a fresh grave, introduces the next piece, which gradually moves in on dark, indistinct echoes, like Lovecraftian voices heard through a tubeway tunnel at midnight, replacing the distant running of trains, growing closer, making the hairs at the back of your neck erect with dread expectancy. After this we find ourselves....back in the supposedly deserted cathedral? Maybe. A constant night wind blows chimes, caressing across the keys of the piano, brushing the cold stone of the walls with hungry seductive touches. Track two opens with a metallic chiming sound like the hissing of venomous snakes, the air within the Temple (for that is where we must be) warm and dry from the Devil's own desert. There is no ceremony going on, no Human participation, but the tormented spirits of sacrifice reliving - nay - re-dying their transition from one World to the next. Then slowly, as if from a great distance, the ceremony begins to a fanfare of Human Femur. After a while the slamming piano rises, a dark giant. Fading away for a moment, we are transported to what might well be a demon toy stop, things clockwork and malign create tinny rhythms while brooding darkness swirls. A curious rolling rhythm crawls from one of the darkest corners, a dance for crippled and corrupt faeries, rotten from excessive sugar plum. They leave the stage to allow another vicim of Childhood Belief vs. Improbability to dance it's clumsy mechanoid dance while voices whisper indiscernable suggestions to goad it onwards. Left is a tense atmosphere, building to a distant heartbeat, a pulse of life, loud and strong, surviving the tensions. of the music, remaining strong. Metallic hysteria builds up around it, the weight of which leaning on it, trying to stop it. The effort reaches new heights, finally succeeding, finally bringing the album to a close.

Did I get a little carried away there? Well perhaps, yes, but then it's not often you get lost inside a modern classic. So many works of classical music attempted to evoke images, to tell stories with the limited vocabulary of traditional instruments. And of course they did well - so many images are decoded by the brain - message received! But now someone has done it with the almost limitless palette of modern technology without overstressing the storyline. Perhaps I'm wrong. Perhaps the story is very different. Perhaps there is no story. Or perhaps it's up to each individual listener to make up his own. There aught to be a law against making such wonderful, evocative music limited to a thousand copies only. Until such a law is passed, you had better grab your copy now. Write to PIET at FUNFUNDVIERZIG. A once in a lifetime chance?

Originally reviewed for Soft Watch.