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| | sfweekly.com | Music | Cabaret Voltaire (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-09-20) |
 | | It's now almost unthinkable that in the mid-'70s, when hair was feathered, bottoms were belled, and disco and classic rock ruled the airwaves, three gaunt young men were sequestered in an attic in Sheffield, England, grinding out unorthodox sounds with reel-to-reel machines and primitive noisemakers. |
 | | By the third album, Red Mecca, Cabaret Voltaire's experiments became more focused, stripping away the excess flesh to reveal muscular rhythms. |
 | | The record swings from "A Touch of Evil," a dissonant mash-up of synthesizers and bongo drums, to the funky slap bass of "Sly Doubt," a track as funky as anything Cabaret Voltaire recorded. |
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