The third act of the Kluster trilogy, a live recording of their final concert in Groningen.
"Popularity wasn't what we looked for," said Schnitzler. "You could compare Kluster to Joseph Beuys who unloaded a lump of grease into the corner of an art gallery. People said "is this art?" But even ugliness has its charm." You see what he means: Eruption finds poetry in the post-War rubble of German music tradition. (Did Blixa Bargeld have a copy of this when Einstürzende Neubauten was a twinkle in his eye?) Initially credited as a Schnitzler solo album, he'd remixed the live tapes for his installation at Berlin's Galerie Bloc - Moebius and Roedelius were co-credited only on its CD release. Without the text that punctuated Kluster first two albums, Eruption struggles to engage the listener over the full distance. But there are some great moments, especially at 22'00" of "Part One" when Kluster's slow drones and ambient drift finally sparks a chain reaction, conjuring wide-screen furies the equal of Atem-era Tangerine Dream.
Source: Stephen Iliffe