Imagine it’s the end of the 21st – or 22nd – Century, except that everything that ever happened in the Terminator films actually took place. OK? Except that the T-1000 never actually said Hasta-la-Vista, baby, but that’s another story. Remember at the end of T3, we discovered that the war against the machines would take place after all? Do you think we’d actually win? Seriously?
Would we heck. Eventually all those pesky terminators would wipe the human race from the face of the planet – they wouldn’t mess about trying to turn us into batteries like those cowardly Matrix beasts, they’d just get on with it. In the end though – following the extermination of the human race, the destructive robot vs. robot power struggles and so on – the machines would inevitably find themselves with no battles to fight, and have to learn to cope with peace. Over the centuries they might even learn to make friends with other bloodthirsty cyborgs, start microchip groups, and start going to the robot disco on a Friday night.
They’d get into music – and their music of choice would probably sound quite a bit like T.Raumschmiere.
Marco Haas, who named his alter ego after William Burroughs’ short story The Dreamcops – that’s Die Traumschmiere in German, trivia fans – has returned with another assault of electro-punk anarchy that should satisfy existing listeners and acquire a few more in the process. There’s new territory being explored from the start too, with the truly infectious Sick Like Me – Marco’s first vocal performance on a T.Raumschmiere record. It’s both groovy as hell and a bit like an old Ramones track being scrunched up and squeezed through a fax machine.
From then on there’s a mixture of vocal tracks featuring various guests as well as some instrumental tracks that should keep existing fans doing the Terminator shuffle for many nights to come. All Systems Go! and An Army of Watt are great examples of the latter. It seems that after 20 years T.Raumschmiere have finally done something with that 1980s Belgian new beat sound, lifting it out of the pit of leather trousers and porno samples to create great dance music with it. Well done.
The vocal tracks seem really varied, despite the fact that they all seem to have the same bleepy sounds in them as the last. A Mess, featuring TR’s labemate Quasimodo Jones is a bit like a mangled Gary Glitter, whilst A Very Loud Lullaby could almost be called a ballad. The best tracks are those where Haas takes on vocal duties himself. The title track, album closer and single is a corker, kicking straight in after the beautiful ambience of Patridiot and coming on like Korn vs. the Revolting Cocks on steroids. It’s guaranteed to get a T-1000’s engine-oil flowing.
Blitzkrieg Pop is a great album. It’s a career best for T.Raumschmiere and another proud moment in the history of hard-rocking electronica. It’ll keep the future cyborg custodians of the Earth dancing away for many nights to come. So, why not find out just what you’ll be missing once we’ve all been terminated? Enjoy…