Fireworks. Detuned bass. Distorted, violent synth noise. Every song lasts for 20 minutes, building to an orgasmic conclusion, and you wish they lasted longer.
One second it’s punky, driving pop, the next it’s noisy pop with dark lyrics, then jangly pop with insightfully inane lyrics. Everything they do, they do well.
I headed backstage to party with the bands and to get free beer. While up there, I saw most of Butt Trumpet’s set from above. They did put on a great show.
With thundering bass, jazzy rhythms, blaring horns, and Björk-like vocals, Dog Faced Hermans have moved to the forefront of avant-garde political punk rock.
Maybe Die Krupps’ vision is still pertinent in 1995 because some of the tracks have the magic. Most don’t ,and should have been admired as stepping stones.