WZBC recommends electropop Radio Blackout

T. Raumschmiere just put out a pretty awesome album, Radio Blackout, and on uber-indie stations (like 'ZBC) the band's reigning supreme: its members are kings for a day in the land of experimental electropop.

You're probably wondering what experimental electropop sounds like, or if it's just something I made up. I didn't make it up. As for what they sound like, imagine that the robots in the Terminator movies won. At the victory celebration, they'd play T. Raumschmiere.

That's probably not too helpful. Radio Blackout is one of the rare great albums that defies convention, so it can be tough to describe. But here it goes.

The beats have the consistency of cement; the sound editing feels like it was done with a wrench. Every sound is aggressive; the music notes are more like ammunition. It's flaming with emotion, wired to the core, totally electric, and yet totally inhuman. T. Raumschmiere isn't trying to relate to people, it's trying to ignite them. Listen to one track and you'll want to punch the next happy-looking kid you see square in the face. Really.

But that's why it rocks. T. Raumschmiere's sound feels totally mechanized. It feels more like weaponry, like lead and dynamite, than it does like a bunch of songs. But it will still send adrenaline through your veins faster than anything out there. It's cutting edge, it's futuristic, it's unprecedented, it's just really cool.

Some crunching, oil-burning highlights from Radio Blackout are track "Monstertruckdriver," which sets the pace early with its quick moving grind of a bass line and computer-generated screeches and roars. Two songs later comes "The Game is Not Over," featuring anarchic vocals by Miss Kitten, thudding bass, and a futuristic, chomping take on the handclap. And track seven, "Raubaukendisko" lays together an awesome match of screaming saxophone, slamming drums, and synth goodies.

So give it a shot, download some of the stuff. The RIAA won't care; anybody in corporate music would run screaming from Radio Blackout. And look, I know you're not robots, but I think you'll like it anyway.