“Need a Kiss” is a remarkably nihilistic FUCK OFF to everything and everyone, dismissing the need for just about all the ingredients you’d normally associate with musical success and making it work anyway. Spitting in your face as much as he is singing into your eager ear, Clemens Denk is another one of those loopy artists you might expect to find on, in addition to Totally Wired products, the assembly lines of Ultra Eczema and/or Feeding Tube. In other words I love what he does. Beuller would say, “It’s so choice,” and so that’s what I’ll say, as well. Choice. “Der Alte Vertreter” might just out-fox “Need a Kiss,” despite the absence of vocals. Its synths ping and pong off each other satisfyingly like soft, pink bullets whizzing around in a neon forest. Such an effective contrast in sounds, neither side giving way to the other: That’s how I’ve always envisioned the ideal 7-inch. Artistic duality, exemplified, because no one wants to put out a 45 that turns the same trick twice. Clemens Denk slam-dunked the shit out of my expectations, so allow him to do the same for you.
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