After a more contemplative initiatory track than anything found on Vol. I, this muscular sequel continues with the pounding warfare of the first edition: artillery percussion, vocals like some dictatorial omnipresence chanting orders from a penitentiary PA.
War, we must rememberer, creates death, and death creates ghosts. There is something darker, more haunted about Club Music Vol. II. Perhaps a nebulous orb of dead revolutionaries, martyrs, and non-combatants swirls around and possess this spat of rhythmic carnage. After all, Club Music is an interrogation of our nostalgic musical memory - and what is “retro” music if not a communal dialogue with our ghosts? Here, EBM is an exorcism.