But for such an approachable, affable chap, Hilkmann's music is a mystery wrapped up in an enigma wrapped up in a Hema gift-wrap.
Afterwards we danced to the Human League and talked about the pizza Yuko Yuko ate in Inverness. This is the stuff of dreams, of legend.
This was the stuff; hobo rock set on a tripwire. A truly great gig and one of those gigs where listening in was the order of the day.
Watching someone pour his heart and soul out over a Thomas Dinger/Sons & Fascination backdrop does need a bit of darkness and mystery.
Decline feels like a huge work of progress (and insight into a zeitgeist) that is now stranded.
Platform is a modern day Trojan Horse; whereby the reconfiguration of the old is smuggled into our consciousnesses, under the guise of the new.
I can appreciate that that listening in to a record made by Sarah Neufeld and Colin Stetson is going to be a bit too austere for some tastes.
All we can really say is that listening to a new LP by the Thee Oh Sees is a true seat-of-the-pants ride.
Barreuh don't promise an easy ride but, when experienced as a whole, and over time, their catalogue is certainly something that allows a (Dutch) reappraisal on avant-garde electronic music.
This new one sounds like a tougher, more raw-edged record than earlier efforts; and one that seems to want to explore their grungier side.
But in these days where the hippest of the hip flock to see Ethiopian dance bands or Ghanaian kologo, surely there's nothing wrong with taking in a bit of Dutch beat?
Only the Throbbing Gristle/Coil axis come close to this spaceward/Satanic Mill industrial sound.
A Distorted Sigh is saturated with feelings that popped up in an earlier age; rewind 25 years and this would have been seen as a classic Generation X record.
Wire adopt the role of urban shamans, and look to allow people some gateway to intuition, some breathing space in these fractured times.
One thing to note is that it can be a fucking quiet record; lots of passages of sound are quite content in sitting in the background.
...what The Soft Moon do really, really well is build up a very accessible, Drury Lane sense of drama and cod-personality.
Time To Go Home has a sharp wit and a real sense of nous that doesn't just rely on the usual "conventions" of being in a band.
And this deluxe reissue of their first record, Drastic Measures, Drastic Movement still has the ability to shock, annoy, and surprise.