As the Veneer of Dumbness Starts to Fade

Next step in evolution -- Beige is getting Braun ... A peculiar skittery form of fun-funk, the sounds of Cologne based Oliver Braun are totally unlike those experienced elsewhere, even amongst those of the clicks and cuts crew or other demented software manipulators. If it is funk, as it pertains to be, it owes to the likes of James Brown, Parliament and Neptunes/Timbaland than Autechre and Funkstorung. Brauns third album also contains elements of house and RnB, sliced up into fragments of real horns, double bass, piano, accordion, claps and freakish vocals: in English, Spanish and a strange form of German-English nuzzling up the toaster,the crotch in one hand, the microphone in the other. It's a record characterised by unsettling off kilter pacing and a fearless approach to ridicule hip hop codes. In a spasmodic jerky kind of way Braun brings the firing beat back. Nonplace. 2005.