Faust’s archival curator project lands somewhere between a greatest-hits and a fever dream, which tracks given Diermaier’s obsessive approach to the material. The collection pulls from their most unhinged period—when Krautrock was less a genre than a permission structure—collapsing motorik discipline and pure electronic sabotage into tracks that still sound like nothing else. A reasonable entry point if you’ve somehow avoided them, or a reminder that their noise was always the point.
