A faultless 4 tracker of gritty, sweeping, panoramic, industrial electro that somehow manages to successfully combine ultra warm, low end fuzz with frigid, Carpenteresque, dystopian rave shiver – like sweating and tripping hard on a warehouse dance floor in your bomber jacket, watching your own breath exhale, not sure if your fingers are going numb or if it’s the drugs? ‘Density 3’ is my personal fave – a claustrophobically hard-jacking acidic dirge with cold siren calls of toxic melody that strafe the metronomic beatbox pulse and glide. Dance into oblivion my friends! (His ‘Days of Dissent’ LP from last year is also definitely worth checking too).
Slow tempo, paranoid, metallic rave, pressure builders on the ever solid Athens label Modal Analysis. Manages to hold the line with minimal fuss and few elements but with an unforgiving, tidal, bleak intensity. Mass #3 / Mass #4
First release on Youngsta’s “new” Sentry label. Although why he should decide to enter the label fray now with such a bland offering is anyone’s guess? When you’re talking about Youngsta (DJ sets or co-productions etc.) it doesn’t really matter who the artist is really. Whether it’s dBridge, or whoever, is kind of beside the point; it all has to sound, with barely any deviation over the years, the same old = plod. Carrying on my train of thought from Karma’s release, this is surely a case of the Emperor’s New Clothes; dry and by-the-book generics; all psuedo-academic chill and irritatingly prim and precise, with a final squirt of mandatory rasta foolishness/sauce to mask the denuded taste. No tweaking or risk taking of anything whatsoever (over a decade now and counting!?!) Unbelievable that he’s actually lauded for this, as a kind of ‘focused’, no-sell-out, aesthete. Their scene, their little duck pond, not mine, thanks be.
I won’t even go into ‘Terrorist’… but the other two slices are bong session, doomy, dub chamber hoodoo, shaved down to the barest plod-stepper framework (all pitched down, clanking, temple gong snares and hissing reverb schtick). Firmly stuck-in-a-rut generics without a single element daring to be different or out of place, which bizarrely seems to get the youth frothing ‘n’ fighting over copies??
‘Vacant Mind’ says it all really, drifting on the edges of consciousness, teasing images from the carefully calibrated layers and detailed construction but never letting anything off the lead. Expertly and obsessively (and pointlessly) crafted for sure, but so self-consciously ‘dubwise’ and tastefully minimal you just want to kick it, hard.
Sounds like they got stuck in their own K hole on this one! ‘Shapeshift’ kicks in with a promising, looped, cold rush rave vamp that quickly teeters on the edge of bloody irritating (but could be worked into a set to desired effect if the selector mixes it in ‘n’ out pronto) and then collapses into its own corner and nods out in a pool of piss as the rush kicks in.
Three tracks of robotically blank, mechanised, creep and slither. Clanking, deep space, beat work outs and scything bass gnarl synchronise into well-oiled, functional, DJ tool menace.
More Hench wobble nastiness, keeping it unpretentiously thuggish ruggish and pitching for the gut. (Nothing on the interweb to post a preview/listen of? but) ‘Just Do It’ stands out in the filth stakes and pummels the b-line into a bloody hash of compressed, minced frequencies. Outstanding dance floor business.