Review:
"The latest release from the tongue-twister faction, available in two progressive techno versions and a furiously Skaesque adaptation, proves to be a true masterpiece in the tension between phonetics and acoustic ecstasy. The very first beat's gateway signal—a delicately pitched sequencer loop—triggers an immediate synaptic overstimulation that transports the listener to a state of euphoric, ecstatic reception.
The band's characteristic stylistic device, namely the continuous recitation of exponentially complex tongue twisters, promises a polyglot, avant-garde enjoyment that goes far beyond the mere listening experience. The meaningless, yet phonologically challenging lines are delivered in a striking manner like religious litanies: "Blaukraut bleibt Blaukraut" (Red cabbage remains blue cabbage) and "Bürsten mit schwarzen Bristen" (Brushes with black bristles) collide with subharmonic sub-basses, finally merging into an organic The chorus passage "I'll break your tongue, boy" becomes almost delirious, its metrical conciseness revealing with unmistakable clarity the subject-object relationship between speaker and recipient – surely the central semantic thread of the Gesamtkunstwerk.
Musically, the double progressive techno implementation clearly refers to the tradition of minimalist, repetitive structures à la Steve Reich and the powerful, cosmic school of techno. The incessantly pumping kick drum pulse secretes itself into a technoid perpetual motion machine, flanked by subtle percussion elements. Here, polymetric synth patterns merge with subtly oscillating flanger effects, creating a shimmering hallucination effect for the ear. The arrangement achieves a striking twist when, between two tongue-twister verses, a crescendo-like white noise suddenly prepares the transition to a kitschy, excessive drop.
The highlight, however, is the ska version. Even the mere hints of offbeat guitars combined with the ever-familiar mouth-trumpet joke guarantee collective convulsions on the dance floor. The piece oscillates in a hyperbolic, satirical way between Caribbean flair and breathless vocal acrobatics. Especially in "Ten Tame Goats," one can hear an ironic homage to the tradition of offbeat carnival music, before the daring canvas of tongue-twisters takes over the acoustic action again.
If one were to briefly summarize the oeuvre in musicological terms, one could conclude that the repetitive staccato phrases, with their dissonant intervals, create an intentional aesthetic of irritation. The unorthodox enjambments in the lyrical substratum highlight the richness of German as a tongue-splitting material and catapult it to the rank of a phonetic-performative revelation.
Thus, this piece, with all its ridiculous self-indulgence and bombastic sound architecture, is an essentialist document of technoid satire. The discerning connoisseur will be enraptured by the impetuous energy that shines through even in those moments when the crowd-pleasing "I'll break your tongue, boy" is hurled into the room like an anthropomorphic tongue-splitting device.
The bottom line is that this composition, despite or perhaps because of its bizarrely complex tongue-twister material, remains an artfully subversive contribution to the advanced obfuscation of language, forcing the interested listener to genuine reflection on the nature of sound, text, and performance – naturally accompanied by monstrous bass lines and captivating ska offbeats. A must-listen for those who appreciate the extravagant and are absorbed in a diabolically ingenious crossover of techno and cabaret-style destructiveness."
Cabalistus von Meinhardt in "AudioOcculta – The Hidden Sound Organ," 2025
Lyrics (German):
Blaukraut bleibt Blaukraut und Brautkleid bleibt Brautkleid.
Bürsten mit schwarzen Borsten bürsten besser als Bürsten mit weißen Borsten.
Zwischen zwei Zwetschgenzweigen sitzen zwei zwitschernde Schwalben.
Fischers Fritz fischt frische Fische. Frische Fische fischt Fischers Fritz.
Sieben Schneeschipper schippen sieben Schippen Schnee.
Der schnelle Schlitten schnitt in schnellen Schnitten Schnee.
Die Katze tritt die Treppe krumm, die Katze tritt die Treppe krumm.
Zehn zahme Ziegen zogen zehn Zentner Zucker zum Zoo.
Ich breche deine Zunge, Junge.
Ich breche deine Zunge, Junge.
Brautkleid bleibt Brautkleid, Blaukraut bleibt Blaukraut.
Kleine Kinder können keine kleinen Kirschkerne knacken.
Der dicke Dachdecker deckt dein Dach, drum dank dem dicken Dachdecker, der dein Dach deckt.
In Ulm, um Ulm und um Ulm herum.
Es klappert die Klapperschlang’, bis ihre Klapper schlapper klang.
Wenn Fliegen hinter Fliegen fliegen, fliegen Fliegen Fliegen hinterher.
Schlüpft der Floh aus dem Flohsack, schlägt der Flohsack den Floh platt.
Die Karpfen kilbern im Karpfenteich, Karpfen kilbern gar gern.
Ich breche deine Zunge, Junge.
Ich breche deine Zunge, Junge.
Schneiders Scheren schneiden scharf, scharf schneiden Schneiders Scheren.
Klare Kohle kann Knaben keine Kunst kaufen.
Drei Hexen hexen heiße Soßen. Welche Hexe hext die heißeste Soße?
Am Zehnten des Zehnten um zehn Uhr zehn zogen zehn zahme Ziegen zehn Zentner Zucker zum Zoo.
Die Schweizer Scheune schützt Schweizer Schinken scheußlich schlecht.
Auf den sieben Robbenklippen sitzen sieben Robbensippen, die sich in die Rippen stippen, bis sie von den Klippen kippen.
Die Putzfrau putzt partou nicht pinke Porzellanpudel.
Fünf freche Frösche fressen frische Fliegen.
Ich breche deine Zunge, Junge.
Ich breche deine Zunge, Junge.
Schwarz schwimmt der Schwan, wenn er schwimmen kann.
Schnecken erschrecken, wenn sie in Ecken mit Schnecken verrecken.
Die Bäcker backen braunes Brot, braunes Brot backen die Bäcker.
Wenn grau-grüne Gräser gern gruseln, gruseln grau-grüne Gräser gar grausam.
Tacha, Klaus! Klatsch mal kläglich die klapprige Klangschale.
Gerda grub grad grinsend griesgrämigen Grünkohl.
Rutsch rüber, Rutger, rutsch rasch rund ins Rutschehaus!
Bunte Bienen bauen bunte Bienenhäuser bei Bananenplantagen.
Ich breche deine Zunge, Junge.
Ich breche deine Zunge, Junge.
Outro
Knusprig knabbern knackige Knirpse knackige Knusperkekse.
Quakende Quallen quellen quer über die Quelle.
Stotternde Stare starten stark schwankend in den Sturm.
Sechshundertsechsundsechzig Schotten schossen sechshundertsechsundsechzig Schüsse.
Location: | Am Wriezener Bhf, Berlin, Germany, Europe |
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Date: | Jan 2025 |
Music Genre: | Electronic > Techno, German > Party Musik |
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Lyrics Language: | German |
Topic of the music: | Party / Celebrations |
Mood: | Cheerful |
Singing: | Male singing voice |
BPM (beats per minute): | Fast (120-180 BPM) |
Instrumentation: | Keyboard instruments > Synthesizers, Other > Drum Machine/Sampler |
Recording Quality: | MP3 (192 kbps) |
Music AI model used: | Suno v4 |
Text AI model used: | o1 |
Cover Style: | Illustration |
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Cover Props: | Headphones, DJ mixer |
Expression of the person(s): | Committed |
Image AI model / style used: | Midjourney 6.1, DALL-E 3 via ChatGPT |