JUMPING DEAD LEAFS?

A 38 minutes exorcism, dionysac sexyness fueled with
romanticism, made of mechanical incantations mixed with spectral
vocals of forgotten imaginary tribes, words from a physicist
(Incomprehensible Image), and mystical breathings... To remind
you that music is demanding your soul and body, fully.
A master irritator, disclosing this talent all the way, down to every
chosen title, for the album itself and all of its components (would
you put Milk in Water '). As repetitive or minimalist music may
already make some of you feel nervous, it seems more accurate to
talk here about primitive music - notwithstanding a non violent
anarchism. But those are only words and vain attempts to attach
TLT to a region or a family. Neither the burden of classical
European music legacy, which eventually lead to pop music,
seemed to interfere with his wild mind, and if it is no surprising to
hear Bach in German electronic music, there is here a clear
statement that you are out of this sirupy prison...
For D.W. is a sorcerer. He's been empirically learning the speaking
of trance with years of touring and experimenting with all kinds of
audience and venues, from clubs to museums, from Mongolia to
Brazil, from his performances with his bands Kreidler or Toresch to
solo ones, sustained by a steady limited set up, as the one used
when he's recording : one MPC, rudimentary synths, few effects
and a mixer. No sound engineer on stage as only he knows his
secret language... Raw dubmaking, leaning towards hip hop,
indubitably underlining here a significant distanciation from his
previous industrial inspirations. The bewitchment of this record is
operating with no warning from the very first seconds until the last
epiphany of Sales Pitch.