Wednesday, March 02, 2005
dambusters of content are go
Turing Machine "Bitte, Baby, Bitte"
Here’s the deal: I aim for perpetual dailyness. A post a day shouldn’t be too big of a drag, and with just the tiniest amount of prepwork would be easily within reach. But Monday they had me in training, and Tuesday I was out sick (with one hell of a headache and an ornery gut), so this early bulwark in our burgeoning media empire has gone untended to for a little while. To make up for it, I’ll have three posts today. Yes, a massive undertaking, but one that I am dedicated to see through to completion. ‘Cuz, you know, I’m all about giving the three of you free shit.
First up: “Bitte, Baby, Bitte”, by the Turing Machine. My review of their latest alb Zwei is up at DOA today, if’n you want to know my semi-pro opinion. Zwei is halfway to dullsville, but when it’s on, it’s on to the full extent of the law. Like on “Bitte, Baby, Bitte”, a very long, yet pivotal, entry into the kraut-punk canon. Not for those that are impatient or that dislike that which is good and/or worthwhile, “Bitte Baby Bitte” insistently hammers down the point that, at least during these thirteen minutes, the Turing Machine can be as tops as anybody.
Buy it here.
Turing Machine "Bitte, Baby, Bitte"
Here’s the deal: I aim for perpetual dailyness. A post a day shouldn’t be too big of a drag, and with just the tiniest amount of prepwork would be easily within reach. But Monday they had me in training, and Tuesday I was out sick (with one hell of a headache and an ornery gut), so this early bulwark in our burgeoning media empire has gone untended to for a little while. To make up for it, I’ll have three posts today. Yes, a massive undertaking, but one that I am dedicated to see through to completion. ‘Cuz, you know, I’m all about giving the three of you free shit.
First up: “Bitte, Baby, Bitte”, by the Turing Machine. My review of their latest alb Zwei is up at DOA today, if’n you want to know my semi-pro opinion. Zwei is halfway to dullsville, but when it’s on, it’s on to the full extent of the law. Like on “Bitte, Baby, Bitte”, a very long, yet pivotal, entry into the kraut-punk canon. Not for those that are impatient or that dislike that which is good and/or worthwhile, “Bitte Baby Bitte” insistently hammers down the point that, at least during these thirteen minutes, the Turing Machine can be as tops as anybody.
Buy it here.
