Turzi ' the group centered around French frontman/singer Romain Turzi ' aspires to a state of perpetual locomotion. Indeed, this debut chugga-chugga-chugs forward as unceasingly as the Krautrock inspiring it. Inky, rhythmic religiosity begets the keyboard orgasms on 'Alpes,â?� and the furious drums on 'Are You Thinking About Jesus?â?� put the lie to Romain's mumbled insistence that 'Jesus has no place on the dance floor.â?� 'Aigleâ?� bears down to push a daft Neu! choogle. Sheer panache and variations in tempo rescue A
from the ripoff-artists dustbin, and it doesn't hurt that Romain's vocals, muttered asides in a variety of languages, register as one more instrument in the steaming, stamping churn. It comes across as something of a parallelism: Here is a man puzzling about the world around him while the world continues to insist on shoving him out of his reverie, disrupting his ruminations.