AN-I + Unhuman (L.I.E.S. Records)

More tasty double time pummelling lashed up with some cat o’ nine tails screamo and freestyle noise – not quite speedcore, thankfully.

Black Ritual Acid

“Operated under extreme psychosis, performed live in the dead of night at the studio of The Hague’s pirate Radio Tonka, these two records contain an apocalyptic selection of the very darkest moments of its maker…”

the-yard-of-a-madhouse

Sonic weeping and gnashing of teeth from the madhouse then?

Perhaps deliberately inept but demented drum machine/beat box grunge – as kind of techno occupational therapy? I’m down with this lunatic fringe that Bunker-Panzerkreuz seem to keep finding curled up in their doorway. There’s a kind of autistic honesty to it that cuts to the chase. Maybe Techno was always about being lost (there was even a legendary club night in London called that in the 90s), staring over the brink – struggling with the straight jackets of your own personal demons;

“Uttering words of God knows what madness, or God knows what truth?”

Did the Drugs<>Techno interface release that? … or encourage its very pursuit?

There was always a lot of drug psychosis in the Bunker camp if we’re to believe the stories, but wasn’t there everywhere? (We all have our lists of casualties).


But surely only Bunker-P. could find a nutter who apparently received instructions from Jaz Coleman (Killing Joke) in his dreams, to make a project called ‘Ye Gods’ to unite the universe through electronic sound!?

 

Lemna: Figure and Ground (Sacred Court)

The usual Grey Area split of (less interesting IMO) 128bpm and (more tense, captivating) 85/170bpm excursions (‘Convergence’ & ‘Incoherent’) through intricately devised production line process.

Unsynched, metallic polyrhythms, sheets and blocks, glide past each other on vari-speed conveyor belts to undisclosed end points. Just as your brain thinks it has computed the pattern/groove it twists and bends into something else…

A strange feeling of intimacy. Up close observation. A dispassionate void. The machinations of AI automation. While there might be a certain amount of poetry in that (and it might be your kink?) there’s a niggling that this is just another souless interaction with another cybernetic organism?

Pessimist: Austerity EP (Osiris Music)

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).

prison-courtyard

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.

Vulkanski: Science Gardens (Bite)

Dense, murked out slices of almost old schoolish ’94 hardnoize 4/4; tidal waves of rumbling noise and booming impact but with a kind of suppressed headroom/digital grot? (as opposed to any gleeful up front, run-it-red mixing desk overdrive of analogue years gone by). Check the 2 minute breakdown and hissing-foam-on-the-rocks swell build in ’Science Gardens’ at around 4:00 mark.

Oake: 47019 (47)

Almost movie soundtrack clean and borderline pretentiously sweeping.

Middle eastern voices take you out to the desert – it’s a night time ops thing and there’s a bit of cold industrial gnarl alright but it’s deeply bedded in, somewhere out of reach.

‘Telane’ gears up promisingly to a moody, heads down, off kilter, post-industrial, robotic 129bpm funk but those fuckin’ Vangelis, sweeping cinema pads kick in again and put the dampers on it just as it’s starting to crank.