A certain bloodless, cerebral detachment is another problem. The flute-led "Sozial" sounds like the sort of elegant soft porn soundtrack that gets Balearic fans hard, but which lacks soul. The album's most techno track, "Triptychon Nummer 7," is one of those latter day Kompakt releases which riffs on sounds from cheesy old B-movies and cheap sci-fi TV. It's vaguely tribal chanting could be lifted from a black and white episode of Tarzan.
Yet, for all that, Die Zauberhafte... is far from a washout. Naturally, in experimental music, some experiments work much better than others, and there are moments of real lustre here. Clever and sonically surprising as they are, there is no need to analyse them—as much of Wolfgang Voigt's work is often discussed—in terms of musical theory. They are simply beautiful, emotionally piquant pieces. The opening tracks, "Intro König" and the piston-pumping "Der Erste Zug," are steeped in the atmospheres of Wolfgang's classic GAS work. Another high point is the hidden track, a 26-minute piece of droning hypnosis. It is an endless looped cascade of wiry metallic vibrations, like a Buddhist temple ritual where the monks hammer on harps and saw at pianos.