Come upheaval, come disquiet, though translucent and entirely him, his half-filled reign of fey Symphonies shudders to a wild resolution. Accordingly, he leaves off his crackling compositions to preside over the entire universe, and over legions of such beautiful angels. In the cold uncertain contact we had with him later, his energy had him rolling inexorably and intelligently towards some uncertain but doomed conclusion, where he lay in a tank half-filled with translucent green fluid. A transmitter or something beeped out a pitiful orchestra, then his 20,000-volt cables swung down out of thin air to turn all the electricity green. We knew sooner or later he’d ruin that tank and its beautiful electricity-singing liquid.
This has been a Dream of Music: (artist) Einstürzende Neubauten / (record) Ende Neu / (label) Nothing/Interscope