Publicists - I think they’re called publicists - seem to be one guy, a drummer and a backing tape of beeps and more drums. According to some guy I asked, he used to be in that band Weird ar that had a song that went something like “why do guys want to be with girls like that”. Every time a paragraph this vague is written, somewhere a real inky fingered journalist dies. Come on kids, let’s deal in facts. Let’s throw facts at them until they crawl into a nice pigeonhole. Let’s label the pigeon hole “Krautrock”.
Krautrock, a genre that grew out of the ‘boys boarding schools’ movement of the early 20th century which involved young, serious minded men soloing in close proximity with a common goal in mind. Krautrock is where things like ‘hip hop’ and ‘drumming’ come from. Hey! Any electronic act ever! Hey Joy Division! How’s it hanging? This shit is IMPORTANT. But is it fun? Yes it can be, personally I like to disco nap to “future days” by Can and ride public transport to Kraftwerk.
More recently James Murphy of LCD Soundsystem has gone and given the genre the kindliest most gentle raping possible. You can hear it on tracks from his new album like ‘Get Innocuous’ where at first it seems like nothing is really going on but it builds and builds and builds and then all of a sudden you’re crouched over with one hand in the air doing that stupid eyes-closed-all-about-the-music-face that people don’t bother with on the continent. That’s what publicists sound like: Electro with better drums.
Its worth talking about the actual clubnight for a little bit. It does seem kind of lame but as Jack Nicholson says…
“If you’re even slightly discerning in your tastes and you find a club that caters for those tastes, well goddammit you hang on like you would to a sympathetic Aryan factory owner in a holocaust and then when it closes you go to the replacement night and write a facetious review that’ll mean next to nothing except to you and your close friends.”
Thanks Jack. If the headmaster in the breakfast club was to look over my shoulder and ask me “What? do you think he’s cool? You think he’s bitchin?”.
I’d say “Yes. Yes I do.” I wouldn’t shut up like Emilio Estevez and Molly Ringwald.

So the four things you need to know about Durrr are…
1. It’s the replacement for Trash so it's Trash minus Erol Alkan
2. It's different in a good way.
3. It was pretty empty.
4. I think now there’ll be less human flotsam wondering around looking for people they recognise from bands. They all left pretty early and I felt like Noah. Fucking Noah.




By The Scarlet Pimpernel