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01. YOU DEE - Crime Time
02. YOU DEE - Rise And Die
03. YOU DEE - Krasse Trasse
04. YOU DEE - Terrakottaroboter
05. YOU DEE - Jawolla Sambucca
06. YOU DEE - Through The Tulips
07. YOU DEE - Seemannsgarn
08. YOU DEE - Chimmey Sweet
09. YOU DEE - Schaukel
10. YOU DEE - Erbsenzahler
11. YOU DEE - Gernegross
12. YOU DEE - Happy
13. YOU DEE - Grosser Bogen
14. YOU DEE - Bottlenecker
15. YOU DEE - Funny Van Hansen
16. YOU DEE - I'll Never Have To Die
ARTIST
TITLE
Through the Tulips
FORMAT
CD

LABEL
CATALOG #
ONITOR 043CD ONITOR 043CD
GENRE
RELEASE DATE
9/27/2005

You Dee is Sven Rieger, Peter Hansen and Stefan Wust from Berlin and Stuttgart. Formed in 1997, the group's original purpose was to create really un-beautiful graffiti art. A collective switch to the true art form of ambient, experimental music resulted in the 2000 debut of their album Adapter, on Onitor records. As a concept, the members of You Dee individually identified themselves within certain prescribed roles of various dilettantism: Hansen the bio-chemistrian, Rieger the art student/theater painter and Wust the librarian were always changing their position within the band. These varied roles defined their music with a very naive, child-like bent, full of dreamy melodies and breakable sound that completed their ideology. When asked about their musical influences, You Dee concluded "...everything that contains noise!" Besides that, the '80s were influential to their work -- the '80s of Atonal Festival and early electronic composition. Striving toward the Morton Feldman concept of "sound and its shadow," You Dee builds their musical constructions much in the same way architecture designs big buildings, and as much in the same vein as previous big sonic giants Senking, Pole, Raster Noton or System. Deeply repetitious blocks of swash and sound churn behind more microscopic ticks. Swaying sampled melody is hidden behind truly chill clap tracks. Jazz snares pair with a picked guitar. An accordion hides behind a throbbing keyboard drone. On Through the Tulips pleasing parts of sounds find their way to the ear without any mark or definition.