Listen up Kraut popsters . . .Â the big J, friend of Krautpod, has a new band.
They’re called Pelagic Zone and you can hear them here : http://www.myspace.com/pelagiczone (Rehearsal Jam # 2 is a nice ‘un — very Santana-like)
Expect to hear them on the next Krautpod soon.
Welcome to Krautpod3 with Uncle Pauly and Julian B . . . recorded in Julian’s high-class studio. Featuring Die Fantastischen Vier, Beehoover, Annett Lousian and others . . . download the podcast here.
Beehoover’s unique selling point is that they’re a metal band with no lead guitars. That’s right, when it comes to guitars Beehoover (named after witnessing on TV a bee-bearder’s not entirely cruelty-free method of removing insects from his face) permit only the four-string variety.
The Sun Behind the Dustbin
(0% native) Droney doom rock sans guitar
If the purpose of these Stuttgart lads’ musical mission is to prove that with the right amount of distortion and some funky playing you can make a two-piece metal band with no lead guitars sound like a credible act, then they’ve succeeded and commendably so. The sound is fresh and new but alas for this reviewer, a droning fusion of jazz rock and doom metal is just not his bag. Beehoover’s innovation and sheer laziness in band name selection must though, be saluted.
A special New Year’s thanks to Christane Link for passing this video my way. My favourite lyric is “We have ze Autobahn gebaut and we love ze Sauerkraut”. I’m sure anyone who’s lived sausage-side can relate.
Fire up your iPods.
My quest to bring eine kleine Bundesmusik across into the UK continues with the first in an occasional series of podcasts.
Issue number #1 is out now: Krautpod#1.
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In compiling my Kraut Pop guide I wanted to introduce any English-speaking music fans to a narrow slice of German popular music. Keeping each section succint and to the point was my aim but the thing about the Hosen is that they’ve been there and done it all – two paragraphs ain’t gonna do them justice. Read more