| angelika koehlermanns weakness for the devilishly cute is long known. also the inclination for musical kitsch. unwanted and barely tolerable icing. schmoof are the height of this to date. every reference to a possibly deconstructed background or ironic distance is missing, the british duo sing inconceivable taste maddening synthiepop na na na songs about visits to the disco, desperately horny extraterrestrials, the unencumbered nature of being a popstar and the protagonist’s need to decide between chocolate and boyfriend. everything that shines, twinkles, is saturated in sugar, superficial and that appeals to the most childish of emotions – fun –is celebrated and is packed into all singing and dancing 'Blubberelektronik.' that's fine. that's exactly what we needed. you can only bear it with your brain switched off, but a human being needs to be in that state from time to time. |