CORIN: Manifest (Bedouin Records)

Blistering slice of 150bpm industrial footwork (?) conjuring ghosts of UR/Seawolf WPA/Punisher era. Relentless, monolithic, frantic, mech-loop thrash. Crystalline, shimmering ‘Exo’ is also pretty bangin’.

God knows how any of this kind of wild abandon (with even the slightest hint of drug taking) would translate on a dancefloor in the United Arab Emirates though? If at all? – Jump cut to scenes of a good cell beating… (but then maybe Bedouin is just another hipster label, safely ensconced in Berlin, playing off some intersectional cultural heritage – as is the vogue these days). I hope I’m wrong.

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W3C: Event Horizon (Infinite Machine)

Sci-Fi computer game, flee and evade vibes with some breakbeat teasing, Grimey synth dirges and tribal cyberpunk flutter and bounce to his percussion – oil drum bashing on the post apocalypse scrap heap sorta thing. You know the score.

Ol’ Pinchos was rinsing out the stand out tune here ‘Year of the Blood Moon’, a lot on dub (a year or two ago it must be now?)

Unfortunately served up, by the label with (seemingly mandatory) pushed to wincing level, brick wall mastering. Totally unnecessary – I honestly thought those days were gone?

Oh and dis one, from Chilean producer Tomás Urquieta, off his album last year, is also big and badass. Metallic and clanky dark bass business. Is that a hammered to gold leaf thin Reese fog horning away? Brick walled as usual.

Icicle: NT (Sentry Records)

camberwell-carrot“…utilising up to twelve skins” (Withnail & I, 1987)

I really have to plumb the Dubstep depths these days to find anything worth taking home…overfished to the point of being another endangered species – and the stocks that remain seem to get genetically weaker and weaker (lack of diversity or shrinking breeding grounds? we’ll leave that to the researchers).

I’d say I currently operate a 98% harvest return rate. Over the side. Back ya go.

Occasionally Mr. Focused Plod aka Youngsta‘s label trots out a tune or two, proving the old adage that even a stopped clock tells the right time twice a day (see above heh).

Icicle rolls the joint up nice and phat on “NT”. Tasty, almost Gabber hard 909 hats stutter in at 2:45 (that’s the best bit really) and the plod starts to hint at something more pounding. Wish I hadn’t looked at the swellhead’s website though;

“Jeroen Snik – aka Icicle – is recognised as one of the most technically advanced and highly-respected producers in electronic music.”

?!?

A certain Brainbombs song comes instantly to mind…