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SITD |
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Oh yeah, the band.
Well, SITD are a loud, tyrannical death-disco outfit, in the vein of
Chem Lab or Front 242, from the Ruhr area of Germany, ground
zero for the European industrial-destructo-rock scene. Their sound is an
apocalyptic sonic stew of stuttering, metal-on-metal jackhammer beats,
wall-of-distortion darkwave throb, crashing waves of orchestral synths,
and a menacing metal edge courtesy the cleverly named Carsten Jacek,
a deadringer for that maniac who sings for Babylon Whores. For a
concept record, Coded Message 12 is pretty bad-ass, an all-night
group-grope of volume, distortion, and backdoor disco infiltration.
Despite the stoic titles (we are dealing with Germans here),
concrete-cracking songs like “Brand of Cain”, “Wegweiser”
and “Yield to Despair” are slinky, sleek dancefloor destroyers,
perfect for rough sex or diabolical schemes. Or diabolical sex, if that’s
something you’re capable of. |
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-Sleazegrinder |
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am not here to crack codes for you, but suffice to say you could certainly
use a code breaker to decipher the arcane secrets buried deep
within “Coded Message: 12”, SITD’s new concept album about,
well, the number twelve. You might think that 13 would actually be a
better choice for such a project, but that’s precisely why you need this
CD- the days of the Neo-Con deathcult are upon us, and it is only through
German cyber-tronica that we can deprogram ourselves outta this bad luck,
ill-omen culture and slip-stream into the shiny, digital super-future.
That’s my theory, anyway.