PRESS
Review by Mark Poysden, Vital Weekly

Review

By Mark Poysden, Vital Weekly

About Felix Kubin
About Filmmusik

A short while ago I had the dubious honour of reviewing a 7" inch by Das Kubin (on Meeuw Muzak), titled 'antarktis flow/shakin' tundra', which was an unusual foray into the murky waters which roll in disguised as cool waves on the beaches of Far. According to the press release which accompanied this 7", Herr Felix has had an unusual and varied life mostly spent entertaining fat Chermann businessmen at health spas in the former Kingdom of Czechosovakia. A brief interlude which included various command performances for despots, gurus and inbred royals led to their natural conclusion and he ended up playing his organ at satanic rituals, until rescued by an obviously misguided lawyer, who ensured that he could continue living an undisturbed life getting a jiggy wit it back at the temples of health and perpetual shiny-ness. Sometime during this tumultuous period he was selected by cosmonaut, renowned alcoholic and dead person Yuri Gagarin to act as a telepathic channel so that he can relay his innovative technical theories as music (or is it the other way round). (Never mind).

This weighty plastic disc was pressed feverishly into my hands by a pair of hot, sticky fists at a local nightspot, and I keenly recorded a CD-R of it almost immediately, so that I could listen to it endlessly without having to interact with it. The music on this platter was created for three independently-produced films, and there are a few tracks by Reznicek. There are a few vocal quotes from the film, too including the peerless (now say this mit ein heffy Chermann accent, Ja !): 'She's the bikkest fukmaschine in town. She's zer gate to ze vorld for all ze kguys !'. The music itself is a mutant blend of the cheapest possible, earliest models of drum machine rhythms and sounds wrenched out of twisted, bent organs. It is extremely groovy, and the greatest compliment I can pay it is to compare it the original soundtrack by The Residents: 'Whatever Happened to Vileness Fats ?", itself an almost unchallenged masterpiece of suggestive sound...at least until this record came along.

Mark Poysden, Vital Weekly 136 / August 1998 (NL)