Kategorie: CD-Reviews | Genre: Psychedelic/Space Rock, Krautrock | Heft: Jahrgang 2014, eclipsed Nr. 164 / 10-2014 | VÖ-Jahr: 2014 | Wertung: 9/10, Album des Monats | Label: Eigenvertrieb | Autor: BSV
Electric Orange have already released more than ten albums. It feels like the band from Aachen is one of the oldest members of Krautrock. But this does not do justice to the real primary rocks of Krautrock. Nor Electric Orange. Nevertheless: The men around Dirk Jan Müller (keyboards) and Dirk Bittner (guitar) have been at the start since the early nineties and have established themselves in the local psychedelic Krautrock scene with a series of outstanding albums. And not only that: Electric Orange have developed a characteristic sound within the scene. No overflowing jams, no psychopop songs, but instrumental music that lives from compositional finesse and unbridled experimental spirit. Electric Orange even. The new "Volume 10" makes no exception. On the contrary, it adds another highlight to the band's back catalogue. And a new dimension to the EO sound: avant-garde sound collages of strings and horns, Far Eastern harmonies and moods take the lead in some places, can even spread out for several minutes. Above all, however, they fit into the usual trademarks. Of course, Electric Orange again rely on irresistible grooves, strange sounds and skilful hooklines. Thus "Volume 10" becomes a remarkable trip which, with almost eighty minutes of playing time, completely exhausts the technical possibilities of a CD. In the opener "Paraboiled", Electric Orange are first exploring their possibilities, suggesting the expansion of the sound palette. But "Slowbind" is already starting the first headbanger-compatible rhythm after a drone intro. It continues with a Sunn O)))-like creaking in "Symptom Of The Moony Nurse", into which sequencers and strange sounds are intertwined. "Suite Beef" lets fat drums march first subtly, then loudly over an organ carpet, while "A Tuna Sunrise" resembles a meditation - including warm Mellotron sounds. The twenty-minute "Behind The Wall Of Sheep" is then music energy: loud whirling drums whip the track ahead, in addition an unmanageable number of sounds, partly harsh industrial sounds, partly hard basses. With four minutes, the shortest piece "Seven And Smell" is characterized by alienated speech song and a hypnotic groove. The warm organ sounds of the concluding "Worn Utopia" set the final point behind an album that leaves nothing to be desired.
Top track: Behind The Wall Of Sheep
