Limited to 500 copies.
Highly recommended.

First-time vinyl reissue includes a reproduction of the original 24-page booklet.
Die Tödliche Doris was born out of West Berlin’s lively post-punk community in the early ‘80s. Pseudo-no-wave. The screeches blend with the churning engines of guitar and electronic boxes gone awry. The voice sounding desperate, searching. The female screech borders on the annoying but keeps me desiring it to happen again, again. The slide on the stringed instruments giving a lack of boundaries, a crude flowing mass of wildfire, post WWI estranged hellfire. Actually, the boundaries are there. I guess you could call it angular. Sculpted, jagged. You can hear what seems to be a parody of traditional European street music forms. Traditional instruments melting into scream and noise sessions. I hear Blixa Bargeld. I hear Mars. I hear DNA. I hear Lydia Lunch. I hear early SPK. I hear some Primitive Calculators. But it escapes all that. It's a very non-linear, demanding album.