Berlin’s rave-rock renegades The Tarts unleash their latest video for God Generator, the adrenaline-fueled anthem from their debut SOLID GOLD on Fantasy Fiction Records.
The Tarts (which stands for Telepathic Association for Radical Tranformative Sound) throw down acid-baggy beats, revved-up riffs, and screeching synths with the swagger of a psychedelic street brawl. Their electrified raga rhythms and throttle-pulling grooves feel like the mutant lovechild of Bo Diddley, AC/DC, and The Stooges. Featuring members of Jealous, The Pleasure Majenta, Chicos de Nazca, and Perilymph, this collective delivers their own heady brand of space-age rock ‘n’ roll chaos. Their latest track channels the irreverent energy of Midnite Vultures-era Beck and the party vibe of Happy Mondays, blending funk-laced distortion with a wild-eyed, blown-out vibe that pushes boundaries and sets minds spinning.
Inspired by the surreal aesthetic of the 60s/70s West German music show Beat Club, the clip, directed by Yarden Kum, features the band thrashing in front of a green screen, churning out their signature chaos with gleeful abandon. The visuals mirror the band’s wild live energy, blending absurdity with mayhem. It’s a great dose of silliness in a week full of global chaos.
Watch the video below:
The band recently stormed the stage at Synästhesie Festival, bringing their chaotic collision of noise and rave-fueled energy to Berlin’s underground faithful. Hot on the heels of their frenetic festival appearance, they’ve dropped a deranged remix of God Generator, courtesy of A Place to Bury Strangers. The remix, a wild reimagining that stretches the track’s original intensity to new extremes, can be heard here:
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