A true 3D-extravaganza of cuddly cube-men, turntables
and tapping feet. Comes with ambitious mass choreography as Eleganz generously
and successfully hired every avatar on the net just to dress them up as
an army of cubistic people on square dance parade. More monumental than
Radio Gaga and politically much more correct than Wilhelm Reich. Jean-Michel's
visualization of Berlin-Koblenz-Kassel is an as cuddly as convincing demonstration
of the world being all but round.
The life of a plastic bag is banal and seldom thrilling.
Discarded after use and so released into freedom, this orange fellow here
spends its time drifting with the wind over a parking lot and through
the streets, hunted by two black dogs of diffuse breeds. Two other souls
distracting themselves, happily wagging their tails until the bag disappears
behind a wall. Whether it was able to persuade its course or got caught
up in a tree, we won't know what its destiny was to be. But isn't that
what all our lives are like?
Night. A woman, alone, locked in a hotel room. Is she
waiting for something? A man, alone, too, maybe on the track for something.
Or is someone on his tracks? A suitcase. A record player. A fight. Cigarette
smoke. A broken mirror. The obscure sense of these loosely cut-up scenes
is never satisfyingly explained. Nevertheless, those two fortunes seem
strangely connected to each other - whilst their motivation and the cause
of their actions remain elusive. He, a reservoir dog unwillingly attracted
by dubious situations, she, biding her time, both never meeting each other.
The video mirrors the duality of the track and is therefore probably the
best description of what Elektrotwist is about.
As most of his childhood is strangely elusive and nebulous
to him, Jean-Michel, son of a secret agent-man and a female counterintelligence
executive, only vaguely remembers the time spent with his parents on their
delicate operations for the Paris-Texas-connection. Playing and mixing
records has proven as a good therapeutical method, and it helps him dig
up fragments of the past that flicker up like random slides when he flips
through old record sleeves. Cut-ups from a holiday in France that's suddenly
remembered as all but relaxing. What kind of 'homework' was mum really
busy with? - after all, Paris wasn't home! Why was he forbidden to look
into the car booth? Who were those men? A puzzle of 8 millimetre memories
that's fairly hard to assemble...