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.
There’s no rotting meat left on these bone dry, stripped clean, digital bashers from Frenchy Domenico Bercelli.
Schizoid and itchy, and ever so slightly irritating, hyper kinetic bass.
God! This is about as grey and depressing as electronic music gets.
The continuum of dour people out there with bleak tastes (myself included at times…) shuffles on. Which is same as it ever was I suppose. It has the hopeless trudge of a prison exercise yard (and funnily enough Van Gogh’s painting immediately came to mind. Don’t ask me why? I’m a visual person with a ‘Fine Arts’ background ahem ahem, so I can’t help myself…nevertheless, the visual analogy seems perfect).
Round and round they go, heads down, lost in reverie, cut off from the real world.
Fair play though, the JK Flesh remix tries for a break out and nearly makes it over the wall too, managing to lash out with a vintage Reese – before he’s dragged back to solitary.
Slowed down Grime vibes. The Don Dada of polished chrome construction and bada bing beats and bass. Sound system cool and deadly for sure.
Experimental (via Dubstep origins) 140bpm excursions with some industrial noise flavours, supported by the likes of Goth Trad, Joe Nice & The Bug.
‘Falling Through Inner Earth’ is the stand out sound system banger here, everything zeroed in to the one point of focus; a dentist’s drill incessantly and sadistically probing the same cavity as you float on a bed of opioid sub bass. Raw nerves are jagged as it starts to squeal against bone. We’ve all been there…
More drum & bass/techno hybrid goodness – that is; d&b tempos but with blank concrete techno facades and shorn of any brok out/booyacka aspirations. No-one’s going to be doing any rewinds on these – they’re from a completely different world anyway. The label touts 011 in terms of “fundamentals” and “reductions” (which is er, minimalism no?)
Overlook flips it to his signatures (and frankly leaves the newcomers on 011 in the dust) – that is; techno tempos and a pungent bouillabaisse of ambient fog banks with a d&b step and stagger and subby boom. Not exactly bangers, more like rollin’ rumblers, dark meditations draped over long, evolving frameworks to glide down the rabbit hole on.
“Tribal”… you know the schtick. All the arguments against cultural appropriation, ‘exoticism’, ‘beat trafficking’, some even say ‘colonialism’, it’s still (and rightly so) a politically charged debate – and you dip your toes in and sample (or poach) from those ponds at your peril. Or otherwise turn all global smorgasbord DJ Rupture doolally. If you’ve never even heard of Tarraxo or you want to go down this particular interweb rabbit hole there’s a good 2015 artice from The Con here. It’s a warren!
I mean you can read TSVI’s PR blurb yourselves and draw your own conclusions. I think the two tracks released so far are actually a pretty deft bit of clinical, laboratory conditioned, genetic manipulation/crossbreeding. A sort of a Portugese Raw Beat (I wouldn’t dare say of what flavour exactly!) Cold Rush/FFM rave fusion thing? Perhaps? Damn funky though and really powerful sub bass precision thump for the dance floor.
Older headz may remember an old Jungle tune on Juice Records from 1995 called ‘The Bomb’ by Ayman? A fine piece of concept Amen darkage using Oppenheimer’s famous Bhagavad-Gita “Now I am become Death” quote…
Well whadda ya know? Turns out this is he, Ayman Rostom, back from a long hiatus and with a new moniker and new vibes, racking up releases since 2014.
This sounds like it could almost be a Jungle tune played on 33rpm? Heavy, syrupy, and psychedelic. “Rave navel-gazing back to his roots” according to R&S heh.
Mr. Benjamin Tregaskes on Batu’s label.
Like a cloud of depression lifting, it feels liberating to get out of the plodding murk and scuzz of ‘Berlin-based’/Industrial/Techno and its ilk. Feels like I’ve been stuck in that swamp for too long – or possibly that I just don’t try hard enough to escape sometimes?
Things are always cleaner and smoother Bristol way though, and funkier too – there’s a good dose of futuristic polished chrome detailing and trim in the vibes without forgetting the sound system end game.
Lurka puts a top swing to the chugging beat here, without any processed cheese and combines it with a heavy subs battery and filtering rave stabbing.
Heard this ‘Miasma’ tune on one of Mumdance’s NTS shows and tracked the EP down. One of Beneath’s labels. Bit of a deep Purple drank/screwed late night cruising vibe, along empty, glistening streets after the rain. Tempos are creeping even slower.