1 out of 5 stars
“Now is zee time on Sprockets ven vee dance.”
For those of you who do not recall that phrase, it is from Mike Myers’ “Sprockets” sketches back in the day on Saturday Night Live. Myers’ German-esque “Sprockets” sketches, wherein he’d wear a full black form fitting body suit, dance around frenetically, and ask repeatedly if we wanted to “touch [his]monkey,” brought much laughter to many Americans in the late eighties/early nineties. I know I giggled a bit.
While giving Rustcycle’s Dasihoa a listen, I had problems trying to figure out from what kind of platform they would perform such music. The kinda-but-not-quite techno, kinda-but-not-quite Enya-sounding music seems more like somebody experimenting with a keyboard’s various patches than anything else. Possibly it could be rendered as a score to some oddly lit dramatic foreign — really foreign — film.
The only thing I could come up with was that old “Sprockets” skit. This CD would be the perfect score for the post-modernism displayed on Myer’s quirky Euro-satirical jaunt. Other than that, I can’t think of much use for it, or another reason to listen to it.