Deutschlandradio Kultur 2011: "Bretschneider war 1986 bis 1993 mit der AG Geige im Osten unterwegs, Reichelt 1979 bis 1992 mit Der Plan im Westen. Weil lange Zeit eine Mauer zwischen Düsseldorf und Karl-Marx-Stadt stand, dokumentiert diese Sendung das erste Mal, wie sich die beiden begegnen, sich gegenseitig ihre Musik vorspielen und miteinander über Gemeinsamkeiten und Unterschiede sprechen." Zum Download

Two Frank Bretschneider tracks in as many days? Unless you're living very large indeed, a better offer is unlikely to come your way this week. Following yesterday's beguiling pik , from the immense & immensely rich [...]

Second half of earlier post on TU M' s Soundtrack for Images - the subtle ambient-dronesters' strikingly rich archive of kindred-ish spirits & LMYE favourites from Mitchell Akiyama to [...]
There's nothing like some good minimal-techno, ambient, or other like-minded electronic music to chill you to the bone on a cold cold night such as this one tonight. And while I'm not any sort of electronic music junkie (and, thus, can't really write/speak about it all that convincingly) I do fancy some good minimal-ish electronic music from time to time. Here is some of what's been hanging around on my iPod recently. If you like any of the tunes below (I find it best to let the music do the talking in these sorts of situations) you'd [...]
I suspect that I need better speakers. That said, I'm not sure how much you'd have to pay for a pair of speakers to do this sort of thing justice. Frank Bretschneider's We Can Remember It For You Wholesale is an unexpected funky slice of minimal bass and click music. It sounds as if it has the potential to tear hi-fi systems apart from the sheer scale of its sculptured marble beats. It gets its name, of course, from a short story by Philip K Dick, and comes from an album where all [...]

There are lots of little people, about the size of ants, and they are having a little bit of a dance in my head. They did this last week, left loads of empty little bottles strewn about the place, it was a right little state I'm telling you. There they are, drinking their little ice-cold, fizzy beverages, and eating their crispy little finger-food (most likely, in fact, to be crisps). Check out the little DJ, with his little headphones on, turning down requests for little people disco cheese with a baffled "what? I can't hear you little man". [...]