The Sound of the Machine, My Life in Kraftwerk and Beyond
by Karl Bartos
Published 21st July
My dad liked Russian music. Shostakovich was tops. He also liked Abba and funk. There was his whole dance routine to Parliament’s Handcuffs. We watched wide-eyed and wouldn’t talk about it after. Kraftwerk got the thumbs up too (he was a Maths teacher). Karl tells us he made the stuff you could move to, which is great. He looks like a one armed lad I once knew; skin like a baby and eyes that had bad plans for round the back.
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