Rated 10/10
I'm generally obsessed with all things Krautrock, but I've always found Faust a little harder to get into than the other major groups in this most loosely defined genre. And I think that's partially by design. They were intentionally making music that was difficult to pin down or put in any sort of box. Granted, most Krautrock bands were doing the same thing to a certain extent, trying to find something beyond UK/US influenced rock imitations, finding their own sound, etc. But Faust took it one step further. They were more like a conceptual practical joke of sorts. Something akin to what The Sex Pistols became. A mythic stunt that was pulled off for as long as they could get away with it. There was a certain amount of emperor's new clothes going on, especially at first, but there was also some unbridled experimentation that was truly inspiring.
Although I'm not completely sold on some of the albums that preceded this one, as they are a little too chaotic and unfiltered, even for me, this album is easily their finest, and most cohesive, achievement. And right before they imploded too - or the label execs finally got that the joke was on them, and they weren't laughing anymore, and pulled the plug. It's almost as if Faust knew they needed to get their act together or else the gravy train was gonna stop, but it was too late. They shaped up as much as they could, but they were still just a bunch of weirdos and couldn't help themselves. On this album they have much more in common with other major krautrock bands of the era by aligning more to hypnotic and repetitive grooves, and also incorporating more electronic elements. Both things that strongly attract me to the sound. Listen to this and remember that this was considered "selling out" compared to their earlier material! Ha! To me this is where they finally hit their stride, and found a healthy balance between their experimental quests and a rhythmic/melodic accessibility.