by / February 16th, 2010 /

Cluster – The Village, Dublin

On The Village balcony, a girl is asking her mate: ‘So is this krautrock?’ She may as well be asking: ‘Er, is this it?’ And fair enough, it’s hard to imagine the refined and reserved Cluster on stage tonight were once a cog in late-60s European counterculture. Standing at their work station, a single table centre stage, 66-year-old Dieter Moebius and 75-year-old Hans-Joachim Roedelius (75!) are warming up with some minimal drones and throbbing sub bass. They’re precise, clinical and fairly static, but a bit of patience pays off.

It’s 40 years or so since Moebius and Roedelius joined the ranks of avant-garde, free jazz and psych-rock students in a post-war schism – evolving away from the blues-based music popular in Britain and America. Roedelius ran Berlin’s Zodiak Free Arts Lab, a quazi-mythical venue used as shorthand for the scene – a kosmische Cavern Club or CBGB’s, where you’d bump into Tangerine Dream, Ash Ra Tempel and Klaus Schulze invading the acid-soaked heads of the German youth.

Cluster (formerly Kluster) are one of the icons of the so-called krautrock movement – revered for their influence on space-rock and dance music, and for teaching a certain Brian Eno in the 1970s how to use those new-fangled electronic contraptions. From the industrial drones and tone poems on Cluster and Cluster II to the motorik proto-electro on Zuckerzeit, Cluster went on to record the pastoral ambient albums Sowiesoso and Cluster & Eno in 1977, just before their student coined the -ambient’ term for his own Music For Airports. The duo have stuck more or less to this abstract ambient path since, recording solo and sporadically collaborating together on albums. Last year’s Qua was only their fourth since 1979, and snatches of the record’s ambient soundscapes and fluttery synths fill The Village while the crowd remain eerily calm, swaying slightly. The miles of wires, valve amps and vintage organs may now be replaced by synths, CDJs and midi controllers, but the forward-thinking Cluster have never had much respect for the past.

The pair seem to have settled into the -organic’ end of the ambient spectrum, without the new age trappings. So while The Village speakers are oozing bubble effects on -Putoil’, adding a touch of Animal Collective-style underwater trances, it’s counteracted by -Xansero’s cold mechanical and metallic abstractions. Like KLF’s Chill Out or an early Orb show, Cluster’s set comes in waves, dipping between delicate shimmery synth riffs and chimes, with woodblock effects and alien birdsong, before beats sneak up on you. One minute it’s a delicate synth swirl of -Oxygene’ proportions, then a low-end bass rumble is punctuated by a mantra that sounds like Velcro between your ears. There are minute snatches of Detroit-style techno riffs, electro and even scratching you’d expect at a hip-hop show, but these are always reeled back in with industrial clangs. They’re not exactly playing typical Saturday night ‘crowd-pleasers’ but it’s pleasing the crowd – although the biggest cheer comes from the messers in the house when Roedelius (who is huge, for the record) finally takes off his diamond golf jumper. In the duo’s austere terms it’s the equivalent of Hendrix setting his guitar on fire, an unscripted comedy moment that clears the air.

Given their status you’d imagine a Cluster gig would feel more grandiose – some exclusive Wire-endorsed ‘happening’ in a fortress in Vienna or a Cologne art gallery, but it’s a buzz to see The Village crowd drinking pints and cheering for the two elder statesmen. When Herr Moebius and Herr Roedelius simply take a bow and walk off stage after their performance, Radiohead’s ‘Everything In Its Right Place’ comes over the PA. It just about sums up the night.

Photo via Flickr.

  • Simon Roche

    Nice one Conor – a great potted history of Cluster and how they fit into a broader musical picture, as well as a well summed-up gig review.

  • Conor McCaffrey

    Cheers Simon, I was gutted when I missed a one-off show in Berlin by them last year when I was on holiday so this was a second chance. I even dragged along a doubting Thomas heavy metaller who was converted by the end. Great night, and didn’t realise Roedelius is about 10 feet tall!

  • Philip

    A very interesting and insightful review, Conor. This was a vintage (in more senses than one) performance of experimental soundscape. What drives anyone to keep doing it at the age of 75, you can only wonder at.

    I wasn’t however convinced that the Village was the best venue for a gig like this. A Cluster gig will attract those who like ambient music and maybe those who have heard of them and are willing to give it a hearing. But it’s clear that the Village also has a regular gig going crowd (and nothing wrong with that), some of whom were along for the ride but were finding it difficult to engage with the music. As a result the audience was somewhat divided : a majority who were enjoying the music and who mostly moved forward but also a significant minority of ‘chatters’ who weren’t getting it and for whom the gig was just background music.

    Hopefully it was all more respectful up there on the VIP balcony, Conor. (Just teasing)

    A great review and perhaps those over at cluas, who gave the gig such a trashing, will read and learn.

  • Conor McCaffrey

    Philip, thanks for the feedback, appreciate it. I split my time between the balcony and the floor and enjoyed both – the balcony for looking down and watching them tinkering away, and at the front near the speakers for the rumbles and bursts of noise.

    I agree it maybe would have been perfect in a proper theatre or at 4am lying on your back in the Body&Soul area of the Picnic or Glastonbury. Then again, fair play to the village for putting on an unconventional gig when they mostly host indie and rock bands. I noticed the crowds chatting at the back in the bar area but it didn’t put me off too much. Hopefully the music seeped in by osmosis and they became subliminal Cluster fans…