Finally! Good pagan music! A Dead Can Dance influence, full of crescent moons, glens, satyrs, nymphs, a cloudless night and a coven of thirteen. Beautiful.
This is not a trip for the faint-of-heart. They are as skilled in manipulating eerie, subtle melodies, and silence to oppose their powerful synths and beats.
Cascade finds pouty Pete gargling on his customary elixir of abject despair, albeit with more sensual atmospheres and textures than his previous albums.
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.
Foetus albums have always been better when they’ve had space to develop; this EP is no exception. Good as these songs are, the full-length Gash is better.
Expanding on John Cage’s “making the ugly sounds beautiful and the beautiful sounds ugly,” they loop and shape waveforms to make a foundations of music theory.