The aptly titled Imposition Man wallows in outrage, slams the door behind him, and painfully realizes that from now on he is alone. Driven. Rebellious. Devoted. By means of impelling machine beats, brusque (bass)guitars, sinister synths and unadorned & demanding vocals Marxelot, T-Rex (both: Berlin, de) and Gö (Graz, at) spiral into the harsh and cold unknown, the uncertainty. Struggling and pounding. Liberate yourself, Imposition Man! Indeed, you are your own ultimate foe, my friend.
Pop or anti-pop? Ambient or techno? THE BOILER cannot decide. Yet: also doesn’t need to! Tom Wu shows should take place in basements – exclusively. Basement clubs, that you need to descend unto, like a submergence into the abysmal depths of our minds. There where there is no light, like a dive into the bleakest corners of our thoughts. Basement clubs with no light, except that of a stroboscope, which reveals images of people thwarted in ecstasy, all chopped up into snapshots. It is exactly this imagery that sums up the Munich-based drummer and singer best: A trip into the unconscious, like the blackest of black nights on (slightly too) hard drugs. |