Hard-Wired EBM Review
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Peter 'Pitchfork' Spilles returns with another side-project, this time collaborating with the lovely Jinxy (actually his wife-I hope that wasn't meant to be a secret!). Compared to Pitchfork's most recent works this is a more aggressive & more obviously synthetic album that, in some respects harks back to PP's earlier days but with a far more straightforward, slightly minimalist feel with harsh vocals that, in the case of 'Feuerball' are virtually indistinguishable from the music. The lyrics are similarly uncompromising but not without an ironic & slightly ascerbic humour in places & the opening 'U'r Fucking It Up' sees the duo setting their stall out straightaway but if that was good it's the following 'Sugar & Spice' that's going to be one of the year's top tracks. How can you not love any song that pits the 'What are little girls/boys made of?' rhyme against a totally infectious electro backing? It's odds-on that this is going to be one of this year's dancefloor fillers of choice! Not that that's the only highlight this album has to offer, far from it, what with the pacey 'Karoshi' which storms along with an unrelenting vigour or 'Love Song', which doesn't actually sound all that romantic but casts its spell through some excellent synthleads that are embellished only slightly by the occasional vocals while the sequences that form the basis of 'Sonne' resemble the harder end of Tangerine Dream's works. The manner in which it rolls along, picking up empetus as it goes until the rhythms pick up the pace, is masterful, with the contrast of guitar samples & abstract sounds making this another excellent offering. Jinxy's vocals come into their own on the bouncy 'Machine Sex Symphony' & 'Profumo Di Luce', where she delivers the Italian lyrics in a sensuous, husky & utterly exotic voice before 'Pantheon' closes the album with another typically engrossing electro stomp.
There can be no doubt that herr & frau Spilles have come up with a corker of an album here & when you take everything above into consideration the only question left to ask is, what's not to love about it? |
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