Ruthless Sperm. What’s in a name? A whole hell of a lot, actually. Sperm can ruin everything. Persistent little shits that fight their way to the prize. Just one little champ is all it takes to go about fucking things up from the inside out. If this lone soldier gets ahold of its egg of choice, things will break apart, bubble and mutate. A microscopic violence that leads to thirty plus pounds of sludge and flesh. Kiss your hourglass figures goodbye, ladies. Expect convulsive retching in those morning hours as well. Still, beauty tends to be the outcome after all this splashy mess and most parties find a happy, rewarding, worthwhile ending. Most parties. To the unfortunate others, the outcome can be more terrifying than anything dreamed up in a Polanski flick.
His Electro Blue Voice follows a similar path to creation. They set their trajectories on a Kraut-driven rhythm; a haunting, cinematic wash or a mechanically-sound industrial thump. Once the choice is made, it’s guaranteed the trip will be violent and unrelenting. They know how to hammer it home, ruthlessly. Only His Electro Blue Voice doesn’t tell you up front which crooked path is gonna lead you to the finish line. And for the most part, they don’t even know. Songs are conceived, spat out and left to dangle unplanned as the band decides in real time how to go about their completion. Each tune is like a flopping outgrowth that has been shat upon the studio floor. The band then collectively attacks their newborn lump, forcing it to work itself out as the tape machine threatens to unspool like some unholy magnetic and blackened gutpile. Or is that…
