In the stillness of our glowing screens, we build cathedrals to our own convictions. No windows, no wind…just walls made of funhouse mirrors. Here, each voice nods in tune, each thought loops back like a prayer half-muttered, half-heard. We walk the circle, mistaking it for progress, for clarity. But nothing sharpens here. No stone strikes flint. No breath startles the dust. The comfort is narcotic; the silence, complicit. These echo chambers, tender as tombs, lull us into a sleep where doubt is exiled, and truth waits outside, still hoping for a door left accidentally ajar.
Germany’s Newmen drift across the night sky with Echo System, a glittering warning sewn gently from whispers and starlight. Here they gather the scattered dreams of modernism: fragments once promised, now gently pulled into our uncertain age. Their music is pop’s lush overgrowth transformed: noise’s wild confusion, the rhythmic heartbeat of post-garage, neo-wave’s gentle sheen, all woven together into something wondrous; a precise yet beautifully untamed reverie. A pendulum swaying between sun-scorched streets and moonlit disco floors, raw and refined, collision easing into communion.
Their first dispatch from the forthcoming LP Terminal Beach, Echo System arrives softly on waves of analogue warmth. Its rhythms drip slow like honeyed August air, synths humming softly like a lullaby dreamed by machines, the tempo pulling gently like tides we can never quite grasp. Though named in quiet tribute to Ballard’s distant gloom, its warning is subtle, smiling, carried on whispers rather than cries. This is neo-krautrock shimmering under strange moons. Lyrical unease lies hidden beneath the surface, buried gently in velvet textures. Imagine Stereolab drifting in twilight, Can composing for quiet cinemas, Mort Garson spinning cosmic disco.
It’s music for walking in loops, for noticing too late that the sky has turned violet, for dancing while the world repeats its last line….a slinky groove as final warning.
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Following the critical success of Futur II (2021) and international collaborations with legends like Rusty Egan (Visage) and Wolfgang Flür (Kraftwerk), Newmen deepen both sound and message. Terminal Beach is a danceable commentary on digital decay and a dreamlike escape; melancholic, philosophical, and hypnotic.
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