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Artist:	VOSS, HEIKO
Title:	Two Sides
Label:	FIRM (GERMANY)
Format:	CD
Price:	$16.00
Catalog #:	FIRM 002CD

This is Cologne-based Heiko Voss' debut album whose childhood influences include: the Elmi-Radio-Show, die Ärzte, Falco, punk rock, Iron Maiden, Prince, Michael Jackson and the Pixies. Including a lot of techno, Heiko's musical perception can be seen as a walk-in wardrobe with many drawers, all of them half open and ready to be of service to him. Two Sides starts with talking a lot of crap and with that, he paves the way for the following 19 tracks to break through these borders while pushing everyday clichés regardless of morals or scruples. Heiko Voss harkens back to a time when FM Gold ruled the airwaves. When easy-going melodies slouched through your radio, skulking to a loose beat and singing with aplomb. While updated with digital detail, Two Sides could well be an update of Steely Dan's Aja or an album's worth of Boz Scaggs reworks. It's right there in that swinging backbeat and that mellow gold bassline. Except instead of the cocaine-dusted studio decks of 1970s L.A., we have the vegan-clean laptops of 2005's Köln. It's all super-cool and done with sang-froid, so lean that seat back and dial into the new sound of strut, because Mr. Voss is in the booth.

Artist:	VOSS, HEIKO
Title:	I Think About You
Label:	KOMPAKT (GERMANY)
Format:	12"
Price:	$8.00
Catalog #:	KOM POP003EP

"You are drunk, extremely excited and you shout: 'music is a command!'. The idea is slowly ascending together with the warm air, condenses and falls back down in black threads on dyed hair. The result is a felt which I read as: 'the snare has to sound very dry in order to hear the machine. And the guitar has to remind you of this other track so that no one is alone anymore. And the bass drum has to be loud, if not, it doesn't work. And the more artificial the voice, the more you'll be able to change, to transform. And this is music!' Ten minutes later: the glasses on the table are bursting almost on command, thus forming a lake of toxic colours. A heart opens and a hot laughter predominates the scene. A dancer enters the stage and starts dancing in the grim light. A bit of the real reality is looming from the background. We won't look but what we do is going down under the table. Slowly, we are getting human at the crack of the dawn outside. 'Have you got a spare fag', you ask. And I say 'yes!'."

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