Mildly terrifying military-grade electronics and vast, dank atmospheres punctuated by clanking sonics and powerful sense of DREAD.It isn’t the first time we’ve drooled over the mythical Werkbund sect and it certainly won’t be the last - despite being submerged most days in the cloudy waters of the 80s industrial underground, we’ve yet to encounter anything as engulfing and totally other as this.Great slabs of metallic resonance generate their own gravitational pull, recalling Harry Bertoia’s mind-numbing sound installation works or the sonic palette of the sainted Torsten Profrock.It’s not for everyone, understandably.It isn’t even our favourite (see the seasick waltzes of Neue Rungholter Tänze) but the prized POSTER included (slide 3) swings it.Never has a nautical map evoked such fear and intrigue in equal measure.Big one for the freaks. (NM.NM - with poster, top copy)
