This German band's name means ''collapsing new buildings,'' and for the past 12 years Einsturzende Neubauten has ripped pop apart by using stuff like a shopping cart, cable cords, and burning oil to create beat, texture, and dare I say melody. Now, with Tabula Rasa, they're starting to rebuild, with haunting songs about relationships (the grindingly rhythmic ''Die Interimsliebenden (Interim Lovers)''), women (the ethereal ''Blume''), and Germany's neo-Nazi movement (the bone-chilling ''Headcleaner''). A-

