A typically terse Pitcher-esque bassline promises greatness, twisting into acid squelches as round percussion skips left to right, emaciated claps arriving on the four. Menacing pads and strings fly the microgoth flag, thickened up by reverb and relentless hats, but it's all to little purpose. 'Enzian' is a frustrating cut: tension is everywhere but the early promise remains unfulfilled. One to play before a straight-to-the-point killer.
Jorg Burger resurrects his Stardiver moniker for 'Borderline', a trawl through familiar Modernist traits. I've always admired Burger's instantly identifiable stamp, and while there is enough of his sound to enjoy here the track is hardly mindblowing. Eighties Casio percussion enters limply and we're stuck with a tinny snare for the duration of this lope through formulaic warmth and bounce. Nothing staggering, the Superpitcher's the winner here, but that too needs a shot of adrenaline.