|Datashock from Saarlouis, a collective of multi-instrumentalists. Founded in 2003, they’ve been losing themselves in the wardrobes of their subconcious ever since and have never been frightened to play around with whatever they can find in there, trying out colourful sound-costumes and sending out psychedelic-experimental ‘Gruselkraut’ from the depths of this vast piece of furniture.„Like a free-folk-informed update on Amon Düül“ said UK-based magazine The Wire about Datashock’s live performance at the Avantgarde Festival 2010, and Krautrock-hip-priest Julian Cope enthused about their 2011 released double album Pyramiden von Gießen: „It’s a splendidly righteous motherfucker!“The boys and girls from Saarland do not cling to hackneyed versions of Krautrock, they follow the paths of early Pink Floyd, Amon Düül or Harmonia to recent projects such as Sunburned Hand Of The Man, but only to fill them with new meanings – Datashock’s psychedelic improvisations are amibitious re-appropriations and not moth-eaten imitations.
Keine Oase in Sicht
There is no oasis in sight. What to do? Walk on. Slowly, perhaps, but steadily. Unswervingly. Ten years after the invention of „New Weird America“ (D. Keenan) and the „return of the collective“ (D. Diedrichsen), Datashock, who are now in their eleventh year, are still exploring „the space of nomadic sounds“ and looking for old sources of fresh sounds, unfazed by contemporary musical mirages.
The sun may still be burning down mercilessly in late capitalism, blinding our eyes and making our limbs heavy, but this horde from Saarland keeps on treading, doing their thing. They are incomparable, indescribable, incorruptible. Their eyes fixated on the eternally dwindling horizon, their antennae tuning in to the never-ending cosmos, they are moving forwards and upwards, leaving behind the remains of scenester to their left, and to their right the mummified bodies of the lost souls who followed false prophets on the wrong path to paradise. The beauty of the desert is deceiving, and to stand one’s ground in it is no small feat, but the dirty dozen from the „Saarvannah“ is undeterred: they are aware of the dangers lurking behind the next dune and they are determined to continue their journey. Whereto? To the mecca of magic melodies, the shrines of mind-expanding sounds, to the sanctuary of musical friendship, and the Dionysian temples of love and excess!
No oasis in sight? Not a problem. This cosmic caravan is ready and well-equipped with sounds and the knowledge of their elders to continue on their path full of deprivation. Datashock know where they are from, and they know where not to go in order not to lose their way. Even if you cannot see them, they are there. They are calling from the desert, can you hear them?
Holger Adam (testcard / Phantom Limbo)
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