Kraftwerk / I Was A Robot

Shake Underground Editions, ISBN 8888865098 archeology of the imaginary electronic Kraftwerk surely occupy a very prominent: this is, of course, beyond the scoop itchy awakened from a biography of controversial and not very benevolent towards fellow adventurers, the greatest appeal of 'I Was A Robot', the debut of Wolfgang Flür, one of the four members of the legendary percussionist and band in Düsseldorf. Versatile artists, experimenters, by the merits too obvious, after having impressed beyond their insights and personal skills the evolution of genres, in the transition from rock-hard to the first stirrings of digital, the influence of the Teutonic quartet was decisive especially in the graft in the major American cultural birth, seminal for the future styles already in intangible technology really began to mix sounds and not just theories (albeit well-designed and necessary in the beginning). As almost always happens in such epochal transitions, it is difficult to stay in the center of the storm, the years of silence the group become too many, understanding the times have appeared (also thanks to its contribution) is not always lucid, come the inevitable crisis and the subsequent breakages. Even the history of technopop has its ghosts in the closet and in the 'desired encounter between man and machine is certainly not the first of the two components to arouse greater admiration. Flür is a sympathetic villain shaking his undoubted emotional reasons tapping more keys, interspersing the record of the time (when success was mounting) and the memory of the following years, until his last engagement with Yamo, stirring reflections family, memories and hopes . Kraftwerk at the Film Festival in Venice, in 1978, that fight with Julio Iglesias and dance with Ian Dury, the advances of Helmut Berger in Rome, the birth of the first rudimentary drum machine, the relationship with their parents, love, themes in short by robots 'sorry', underlined by the notes ideally hypnotic 'Trans Europe Express' and 'Authobahn' that still resonate in my head there at the thought of their faces pale with cropped hair and sideburns straight, after the hangover of the children of flowers. We are the robots, mom, time changes everything.