Pre-Order: Minami Deutsch - Fortune Goodies
Available on Gatefold Black Vinyl.
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Nimbly working within the frameworks of classic late â60s to â70s krautrock, the quartet weave a tight rolling rhythmic lattice of Kosei Terunumaâs drums and Keita Iseâs well-oiled bass, where Taku Idemoto and Kyotaro Miula flesh the spindly but funky bones with textured, lissom and melodic electric guitar, synth and sparing vocals clearly channelling Damo Suzukiâs tenure with Can. Their 3rd studio album is also their first recorded since moving from Tokyo to Berlin, where the cityâs ascetic cool has patently seeped into the bones of their sound, and more subtly the cosmic weltanschauung of their precedents.Â
The residual, proximal buzz of the original longhairsâ LSD consumption some 50 years ago lingers in Minami Deutschâs shimmering lines of melodic thought and combusting grooves across the album from the DĂŒsseldorfer drive of âYour Pulseâ thru the fantasies of âFloating Mountainâ and the limen-crossing lushness of âThe Borderâ. A steady handedness tempers proceedings in the Can-like shuffle and lilt of âStill Foggyâ, with echoes of jumpy blues likewise yoked back with Canâs smarts on âGrumpy Joaâ, but their astral inclinations lend an extra attraction as the album unfolds with plangent Afro-latin rock inspirations of âPuebloâ and folksy wonder of âInterpreters of Forestâ giving way to the soaring vectors of âWhereaboutsâ and the glowing flesh feels of âStellar Waffleâ with its squelchy synths and lusting guitar vamps.
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Available on Gatefold Black Vinyl.
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Nimbly working within the frameworks of classic late â60s to â70s krautrock, the quartet weave a tight rolling rhythmic lattice of Kosei Terunumaâs drums and Keita Iseâs well-oiled bass, where Taku Idemoto and Kyotaro Miula flesh the spindly but funky bones with textured, lissom and melodic electric guitar, synth and sparing vocals clearly channelling Damo Suzukiâs tenure with Can. Their 3rd studio album is also their first recorded since moving from Tokyo to Berlin, where the cityâs ascetic cool has patently seeped into the bones of their sound, and more subtly the cosmic weltanschauung of their precedents.Â
The residual, proximal buzz of the original longhairsâ LSD consumption some 50 years ago lingers in Minami Deutschâs shimmering lines of melodic thought and combusting grooves across the album from the DĂŒsseldorfer drive of âYour Pulseâ thru the fantasies of âFloating Mountainâ and the limen-crossing lushness of âThe Borderâ. A steady handedness tempers proceedings in the Can-like shuffle and lilt of âStill Foggyâ, with echoes of jumpy blues likewise yoked back with Canâs smarts on âGrumpy Joaâ, but their astral inclinations lend an extra attraction as the album unfolds with plangent Afro-latin rock inspirations of âPuebloâ and folksy wonder of âInterpreters of Forestâ giving way to the soaring vectors of âWhereaboutsâ and the glowing flesh feels of âStellar Waffleâ with its squelchy synths and lusting guitar vamps.
