She Going back to birth in “Words are Useless,” that is the birth of infancy and babbling. AGF’s, aka Antye Greie, fourth solo album steps into a time machine and emerges as a toddler. With pure linguistic talent you’d think AGF were a dada sound poet of the 1930s. Perhaps she is. Going back to the time of our first moments of noise production, AGF stirs controversy in the music scene. Are these noises coming from a delicate Berlin native mouth really heartfelt lyrics, are rap slurs really meaningful lyrics, are her clashing abstract electronic samples really music, are pre-programmed perfected drum and bass beats really music? Being a software musician and producer is a great way to overlap pandemonium vocals and layer it over rambles, purrs and murmurs of her digital technology. Advocating listeners to literally just listen to repetition and think in “Cognitive Modules Party II” you may be at the brink of your chair to shut off this “music,” but you are intrigued all together by the simplicity and fresh beat of this brainchild.

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