SIRIUSMO – ENTHUSIAST

Words: ALEX HORNE
June 14, 2013

Only a fool could approach a piece of work by SIRIUSMO expecting a straightforward affair. A career packed with starkly contrasting collaborations – Scissor Sisters, Zombie Nation and labelmates Modeselektor, to name a few – is a reflection of his pick ‘n’ mix mindset. So not to stray from the abnormal, Enthusiast, is a high-speed […]


Only a fool could approach a piece of work by SIRIUSMO expecting a straightforward affair. A career packed with starkly contrasting collaborations – Scissor Sisters, Zombie Nation and labelmates Modeselektor, to name a few – is a reflection of his pick ‘n’ mix mindset. So not to stray from the abnormal, Enthusiast, is a high-speed pursuit through Spaghetti Junction, and a fitting bookend to what is reportedly his career finale.

The two openers present the blueprint for a manic, disco-friendly assault, evincing the left-wing audacity that has made Siriusmo’s work so recognisable over the years. Unfortunately, the vibrant funhouse of Doctor Beak and Congratulator crumble away into the haunted mansion of Traenen aus Bier and the eponymous Enthusiast.

Although jarring and cartoonish elements have been a long-term component of the producer’s sound, this album exists in a sonic climate saturated with absurd TrAP mUsiC. Consequently, the bombastic horns and squelches of these two clangers make Siriusmo look like the uncle at the birthday party trying to show off his new Zune mp3 player.

In an album over brimming with energy it’s a travesty that the artist isn’t able to channel it into anything worthwhile. Musaik managed to blend wild harebrained sounds with a determination to get people on the dance floor. Enthusiast, on the other hand, seems determined to get people out the door. Nothing screams this louder than Itchy; what should be the album’s centrepiece instead leads listeners on a merry chase to a satisfying crescendo but then cuts out on the approach to the summit.

The most disappointing aspect of Enthusiast is that even at its very worst, there is the unshakeable feeling that the artist knows exactly what he’s doing. I refuse to believe a musician with the experience of Siriusmo could release tunes as abysmal as Corner Boy and Plastic Hips without at least three layers of irony. The juxtaposition of Wattnlosmitmir’s aural buggery with Petit Cochon’s laughably seductive French vocals is the equivalent of a knowing wink to the audience in a 70s sitcom.

All of this contributes to the playfulness that has characterised much of the Berliner’s sizeable output. The only problem with this is that, no matter how crazy and memorable someone is, no one wants to play with the kid who has shit himself.


< Back