The debut album from Cologne's nu-phuture funkster Oliver Braun waltz's into play like a warped Thirties tea dance in Blackpool tower. From here it meanders into techno from the planet Clanger, a melodramatic systems error that uses electrical fuzz as a percussive break and transforms un-tuned radio signals into melody lines.
Vocals add to the comic lunacy while rhythm templates are used as a canvass to paint a surreal narrative.
In Beige's world funk jumps into bed with drum 'n' bass and gets busy while spinning in a washing machine. It makes George Clinton and Shango Funk Theology sound like tame statements of astrological fact and goes to the galaxies that Kraftwerk didn't have the bottle to journey to.
Intelligent, whimsical, funny and cool, Beige is in command and stands nuts and bolts above all else in the genre.
