Awww shit son. Bahnsteig 23 is back with another bunker bustin' bit of audio ammo, this time from Ziggy, who conquers many a style and flavour on his label debut. How about a little new beat fist pump for starters via the bristling "Trance Gigolo". Take one part industrial clatter, one demonic top line and a hefty bass sequence and away you go. Looking at the name, I really hope this is a DJ Hell romper circa 2003 slowed way down. Enough of my electroclash obsession, what's on the A2? It's the hooded and clandestine goth-pop of "Yo Let Her", a goth groover which makes excellent use of slide guitar, chanted vocals and that particular strain of feeback you can find on any dark ambient record. Onwards and upwards (tempo wise) we go on the B1, falling under the black magic of "Amfobia", a rather sinister bit of post disco froth with a punk funk rhythm section, vocal casting and horror organs. All of which witchy action leads us to the cauldron bubbling B2 "Freaky Leaches", a haunting post punk dubber with a particularly damp aesthetic. Hubble bubble bitches!
With a bang, crash, smash and wallop, Bahnsteig 23 return, blazing a trail from Bethnal Green to Bengal with Jonny 5 at the controls. From the firepower on offer here, I can assure that Jonny 5 is well and truly alive (fuck you WALL-E), and he's been rooting through Benjamin's records in search of a new groove. That's right folks, our mechanised mainman is here to fuse the 80's industrial / synthpop / wave vibes we're used to hearing on Bahnsteig with the exotic elements of Indian music. "Bengali Dub" kicks the set off with the kind of Stadium-sized 80's pop groove Kissing The Pink and Tears For Fears traded in, but spices that Balearic bass with synth sitar licks and echoing vocals. "Simha" jumps straight out the sleeve of a Trunk compilation to twat us round the turban with its winding exotica groove, soaring, swirling strings and gramaphone fidelity, suddenly breaking down and freaking out thanks to additional fx fuckery and some off the wall loop use. Flip it for the big, beefy and Bollywood electrodisco of "Tum Tum", a massive bit of late night drama that gives you more twists and turns than your average round of Bop It.
Bahnsteig bang the box once again with a super-sick six shooter from Toulouse head Caissard DJ. Taking a whole lot of inspiration from worm-based, sand-psych sci fi dynasty Dune, Caissard slices and dices his way through pagan futurism, minimal wave, fourth world abstraction, dub cosmic, EBM and taiko drumming. "Bright Dance" opens the set with fluttering synth tones and fusion funk bass, summoning just enough proto house percussion programming to create the perfect New Age groover. Next up "Market Anthem" turns out tapey drum boxes, DIY synth keys and New Order style bass, marrying all the ingredients necessary to create bedsit pop at its finest. The side closes with the fourth world art punk of "La X5", a metallic blast of white funk which could easily pass for Byrne & Eno or Material. Sticking to the Bahnsteig 23 manifesto, things get absolutely bonkers on the flip, starting with the midtempo synth chug of "Arrakis (Melange Dub)". As seriously wiggy fx wrap you in their disorienting swirl, proggy synth lines, robotic percussion and low tempo thrusters work their machine magic. The dark wired vibe continues with "Demo-cracy", a warped out fusion of wailing psych vocals (think Grace Slick impersonating Cosey Fanni Tuti) and sleazy EBM that should melt minds in the witching hour. "The God Emporer" closes the set with the rhythmic intensity of a South East Asian ceremony, treating us to the occasional snatch of spoken vocal over taiko drumming and incessant chimes.
STAFF COMMENTSPatrick says: Bahnsteig 23's unflinching commitment to club weirdness continues in earnest here with a six tracker from France's Caissard DJ. Hypnogogic dream dance, tape wave, fourth world experiments, churning EBM and one whacko rhythm tool lie in wait for the intrepid audio explorer.
Rat-a-tat-tat...Sneaker's back! That's right, Dresden's hardest working floor freaker is here to do his thang all over again, bringing his wild style to the ramshackle home of all thing wonky, Bahnsteig 23. The German lets loose right from the off, taking us into tribal territories with the tumbling toms and tippling tabla of "Goddess", a weirdo wave groover with slippery synth bass, Eastern melodies and chanted vocals. Glance left and right, throw your best shapes and try to keep up when the synth solos sweep around the room. After a spot of flem-removal "Watumba" settles into thick polyrhythms, throbbing bass and strange, strained Euro-disco vocals. File this next to Camaro's Gang "The Beast Day" and Tantra's "Macumba" - total Talking Drums smasher right here! Over on the flip, our main man swaps Deutschland for France with a club ready flip on an as yet unknown cover of Space's "Magic Fly". Looping the intro to infinity (and possibly beyond), Sneaker works his way through subtle percussion adjustments and selective frequency tweaks before dropping into the mesmeric melodies we all know and love - stargazing disco at its finest my friends! Last but not least, "Do It" provides a pinging, popcorn style instruction to pull out your bendiest moves, mangling a totally odd bit of rapped French synth-pop for all the freaks on the floor. Top!
STAFF COMMENTSPatrick says: When I spun this wax on the shop stereo, "Watumba" prompted our Kickin' Pigeon to demand I produce it in my next prominent peak time set. Afro-cosmic insanity from the heart of Hamburg - of course I'm gonna drop it. Bahnsteig 23 bring the brilliance with another wonderfully wonky four tracker.
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After freaking us out with that body working Ruski-rap cut on Very Soviet Cut Outs last year, Schmoltz drops by the Bahnsteig bunker with a pair of leftfield grooves for the dopers and dancers. "Ze Sky Iz Blu" saunters out the speakers with unbuttoned shirt, louche as you like and totally unfazed. A dubby post punk bassline and steady drum programming make the perfect foundation for stoned coastal guitars, sultry vocals and breathy harmonica, as we're taken on the kind of saucer eyed trip you'd enjoy after too much San Pedro cactus. When I remake Natural Born Killers, this one's going on the soundtrack. Flip the disc and keep on dancing, Schmoltz treats us to a totally unknown groove assault that's quirkier than Matt Ward's dress sense. Dancing footloose and fancy free to disco-not-disco drums, white funk guitars and soulful piano chords, "Die Mne Piau" is some E-bloc meets 80s New York madness and I cannot get enough of it. Tanz tanz tanz!
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