Beschreibung
2nd full length of Berlins ‚out of it‘ industrial post-punk trio ÖPNV have regressed. But not in the sense of the comic character who gets hit on the head with a hammer and then shits his pants; rather in the sense of a Berlin post-punk band that, with one eye, helplessly observes the band’s internal fluctuation while, with the other eye, processes the big-city hustle of Berlin and transforms what is seen and experienced—using hands and words—into avant-garde art set to self-installed drum-computer beats. I called +4917635713990 to bring the good news that ÖPNV have released a new album, but on the other end of the line I was told to go lick ÖPNV’s ass. They were one step ahead of me. ÖPNV make rudimentary post-punk in the broadest sense, with dangerous bass lines and drum machines. On top of that come two tons of over-spilled synthesizers and subway-driver-esque announcements disguised as vocals. The whole thing is decorated with seemingly stolen children’s instruments and samples from the depths of the heart of Berlin’s underground: the subway, answering machines, and nightlife. My tip for visitors to our beloved capital: don’t make friends there—stay home instead and listen to ÖPNV’s new record!
01. Patina
02. Kaputtnik
03. Sprechfunk
04. Attrappe
05. B‑City
06. Stimulanz
07. Stillstand
08. Anxiety
09. M.W.M.M.W.M.
10. Tot am Endgerät
