German Army are back. Oh happy days.
German Army are back. Bringing with them those tape delayed vocals. Those drum machines on the verge of oscillating themselves into a heap of splintered circuits. Those synth washes that speak in the words of confused androids, gazing on a leather clad world of indifference (like that version of The Terminator from 1960 starring Alain Delon). That reassuring bass guitar, sitting under it all and holding the whole thing together.
Stone Walls is one of those moments when German Army concentrate their fearsome power through the lens of pop. That they bring with them part of the indistinct darkness from the rest of the album just makes the whole thing more unsettling. Like being greeted with a forceful rictus and a handshake dripping blood. Which is, I suppose, a mildly preferable scenario to the head-shrinking, unknowable horror they’re capable of conjuring. Personally, I love them either way.