SVEN KACIREK: Songs From Okinawa LP/CD Pingipung


SVEN KACIREK: Songs From Okinawa  LP/CD Pingipung

On this latest release, Kacirek takes his trademark marimba, xylophone and piano instrumentation to Okinawa in Japan. Collaborating with local musicians he has attempted to combine a variety of traditional music from the area with his own unique style.

To be fair, there isn’t going to be many people who read these reviews that are going to gel with this; myself included. However, when the vocals were left out of the mix I did appreciate the scattered harmonics of the instrumentation; and as fluttering chimes danced over each other, my electronic wizardry leanings were triggered by nothing more than physical instrumentation.

There is a charm to ‘Songs From Okinawa’; and I am sure there is more than enough on this album to satiate fans of ‘World Music’ from around the globe. It was truly a challenge to write anything about the album (I am actually unsure as to why this came through to review), but I am not going to knock this no matter how little I have to say about the genre. Whether this is a genius interpretation of the scene this resides in, I am not qualified to say. So I will give it a steady score and leave it at that.


SCHLAMMPEITZIGER: What’s Fruit? LP/CD Pingipung


SCHLAMMPEITZIGER: What’s Fruit? LP/CD Pingipung

This is my first encounter into the world of Schlammpeitziger, regardless of his 22-year career; and my initial impressions did raise a smile. It’s hard to pigeonhole this release and equally hard to review when you have zero reference point when it comes to genre or indeed the history of the artist; and Schlammpeitziger is as mad as a box of frogs.

The title track opener is a mix of slowed down disco rhythms and synth exploration, played out on a jovial manner with dry vocals asking us if we are a “Castle, Town or Group”, or indeed, “What’s Fruit?” (I’ll be buggered if I know).

The bizarre happy-go-lucky synths bounce along in a cheery way throughout and it becomes increasingly difficult to tell just how serious this artist takes himself. I found myself staring into space and occasionally laughing (again I am not so sure if this is the point), but for all its ludicrousness it’s plain to see that this album doesn’t have a bad bone in its body of work.

There isn’t much to distinguish one track from another as ‘What’s Fruit?’ skips merrily along; although some variation wouldn’t be amiss. Considering his lengthy back-catalogue, there is obviously a market out there for music that is as camp as a row of tents full of Germans smashed out of their faces on LSD. Good luck to them.