Faust - The Faust Tapes [CD]

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There?s something perversely fabulous about the thought of this warped masterwork wandering into 60,000 unsuspecting British homes in 1973. Faust?s second-and-a-half album hit the shops to celebrate their signing to the nascent Virgin Records, who were looking to take advantage of the zeitgeist for German music at that time. Undeterred by the fact the band?s unwillingness to engage with the commercial landscape had seen them dropped from Polydor, Branson and co cooked up a suitably spectacular marketing strategy, selling the LP for 49p, the bargain price of a single. Shoppers flocked in their thousands to grab a copy, raced home and then spent the next forty five minutes checking their tracking, banging the speakers and blowing the needle, all to no avail. Do not adjust your set - This is Faust. What was lurking within the grooves was a condensed collage of outtakes, oddities, sketches and samples previously known to the band?s nearest and dearest as ?The Faust Party Tapes? - and how you wish you?d been to those parties. Cacophonous keys and roaring drones splinter into a deranged hybrid of tumbling toms and yelping vocals; committed experimentalism which in no way prepares you for the beautiful ballad which follows. Armed with acoustic guitar, playful piano and panning vocals, Faust fashion a pastoral idyll imbued with the most profound yearning. ?Flashback Caruso? brims with Byrds-ian jangle and Syd?s psychedelia, its non-sensical English lending the piece a Confucian lyricism perfect for expanded minds. And just as the soaring, searing solo suggests we?re on route to eternity, the group snap, crackle and pop into another rabid d?coupage. Sliced and spliced between TV snippets, dissonant trumpet and the sound of someone pissing, the utterly freaky fuzz-rock of ?J?ai Mal Aux Dents? sounds positively radio-friendly, far less far out than if it were encountered alone. Compared to the non-musical madness beside it, this thrash-jazz trance dance makes perfect sense, as does the corrosive breakbeat of ?Two Drums, Bass, Organ?, a mutant funk workout which rivals Can in an all-German dance off. The progressive and symphonic ?Dr. Schwitters?, dissected by fragments of dissonant process music, haunted vocal takes and the proto-industrial grind of ?Elerimomuvid?, charts a course for the dark side of the moon more suited to the serious cosmonauts of the world. Then the record freefalls into disorienting drum workouts, mixing desk experiments and a wicked premonition of no-wave jazz (?Hermann?s Lament?) before taking slight respite in the beauty of ?Rudolf Der Pianist? and ?I?ve Heard That One Before?. The particles of prepared piano, power tools and tape echo continue to cascade through the soundspace, gradually building into the final trilogy of ?Stretch Out Time?, ?Der Baum? and ?Ch?re Chambre?, which return to conventional song structure, albeit in the group?s typically twisted style. Once again though, in comparison to the wonderfully weird pieces whicSeveral Hands On Our Piano
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Flashback Caruso
Voices And Trumpet And All
J'ai Mal Aux Dents
Beim N\xe4chsten Ton Ist Es...
Two Drums, Bass, Organ
Dr. Schwitters Intro
Several Hands On Our Piano (Continued)
Beam Me Up, Scotty
Elerimomuvid
Dr. Schwitters (Continued)
Have A Good Time, Everybody
Above And Under Our Piano
Hermanns Lament
Donnerwetter
Was Ist Hier Los?
Rudolf Der Pianist
Ricochets
I've Heard That One Before
Watch Your Step
Under Our Piano Again
Fluid Chorus
Stretch Out Time
Der Baum
Ch\xe8re Chambre