When the Einstürzende Neubauten make an album that undertakes an exploration of the topos “Berlin” on the band’s terms, then it isn’t a retelling of their own Sturm und Drang, nor nostalgia, nor wallowing in memories. It is more a journey to a place that lives in a time all its own; the era of the Einstürzende Neubauten. There are no ruins – not any in 40 years – because the conditions remain the same; the buildings keep collapsing forever and ever. It’s the case wherever there are people. Then you see with your ears, hear the dust, taste it from the ruins of your own experience rising to your cerebral cortex. You see something rising from the haze; something that crackles through the day and echoes into the night; something that needs no understanding; where no permeation is required. No, it’s very existence as an object of thought is enough. It hovers over the crumbling city. The total mass of the various elements is maintained at all times; before takeoff or after landing – it doesn’t matter – a whole life long and far beyond, through the recordings of these songs. “Alles in Allem.” Anything else would be devoid of meaning. “Alles in Allem” also includes nothing. It is the only way that meaning can develop, by fusing contradiction: sandblasting, whiplash, intimate embrace. Something splinters apart, something else patches it up.