The Berlin band is rightly compared with icons of seventies Krautrock such as Neu! and La Düsseldorf, with a tight and driving sound, yet they are still somehow unpredictable. Hardly any other band understands how to mutate tiny musical nuances into volcanic eruptions like they do. Camera is a motor running at full throttle, where an explosion could occur at any second.
The beat hammers like the pulse of a pair of lovers on the run from a gang of racist thugs – the sound is manic, but from it speaks a seemingly insurmountable inner strength. This arch of tension is home to Camera.