Despite their obscure name, the Hamburg band Das Weeth Experience have their solid band history on their credit.
Travellers of thousands of miles, this is to be heard from „The Accentric Sounds of Das Weeth Experience“, hundreds of gigs and quite a respectable amount of demolished guitar amplifiers. But nevertheless, it did not become „the“ (if you just let me use this horrendous non-word) official album.
Through their fourth album, Das Weeth Experience blow a stoic wind, of which it is impossible to say, whether it blows from the desert or from the coast. Only one thing is for certain: its home is not with music TV, ring tones or target group research. With their classic instrumentation bass-drums-guitar/vocals and with an analogue attitude, they achieve what other bands spend years for in studios: songs with space, time and atmosphere. Sometimes, less is still more. Titles like „Blue“ or „Munich Kitchen Rocket“ soak the mind in scratched melancholy, in a serious way and without any hysteria. „Rusty Stars“ shows that to be heartily pissed off about present situations doesn’t necessarily mean to end in bitterness and that even a cosmic cargo spaceship, tipping over an enourmous load of earth scrap on saturn may be something somehow graceful… if it is reborn as a guitar solo. And even Pink Floyd would probably sell Syd Barrett for an instrumental song like „ElvisHeroinJazz“ (OK, they aleady have, but it didn’t really come to much). Due to the processing of Tobias Levin, the whole of it sounds so continuously pressing and sophisticated, that even „Stereoplay“ wouldn’t fault it.
Can records actually be out of time and simultaneously rooted with both legs here and now? And do they have legs nowadays? And watches? Who is to decide all this???? But, to put it with an old telly spot: You can’t beat the Feeling…
This ought to be a better world, but it is still going to take some time. At least, from time to time, there is some great earful of music to listen to. „The Accentric Sounds of Das Weeth Experience“ belongs to that. And if it wasn’t for promoting the album, we could almost believe what they try to whisper between the lines: art is not commercial.