Doubtless any hardcore krautrock fiends here are now holding their heads in their hands, keening to themselves in low, wounded voices. Here, I’ll make it worse: not only have I ignored Ash Ra Tempel (later just “Ashra”), I have done so while knowing full well just how great Klaus Schulze is. I am not a full-on Schulze devotee, but I have been up to the mountain with Klaus, and once I got up there I dug the view. Schulze writes thirty-minute songs that are like alternate-universe drones: that is, they don’t utilize the drone’s modus operandi -- resonance hardly enters into the Klaus Schulze equation -- but they can have a similar effect. Listening to a whole Klaus Schulze album can be like watching a bubbling brook for over an hour: at the end of it, you find yourself in a different place altogether from the one where you began. |
