Markee Ledge/Youngsta: Industrial (Artikal Music)

You know exactly what to expect with “single-minded” Mr. Plod; and no-one ever mentions him or his output without mentioning that, let’s be honest (which is just another scenester way of saying what exactly? You tell me hehe?)

Rigid, unwavering dubstep; typically functional, everything exactly where it should be, and where you expect it to be. It’s super solid, it bumps, you nod your head, you listen to the shorn and stripped minimalist aesthetic and then you move on. Until next time.

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Diggerz: Esoteric (Untied)

 

Parisian sub fusionists (not to be confused with Slovenia’s Dub Diggerz!) give it some tight’n’hard, locked down, metronome, hoods-up business. ‘Public Nuisance’ is probably the coldest tune; gliding through the rain soaked streets, random looting and burning going down, hunting Replicants again kind-of-vibe. Just another night in the dystopian Megacity.

Wevaman: Death Dealer Subfiltronik: Vortex

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Hench tunes always make me feel tired and old (and I mean that in a good way). I find it strangely reassuring that there are young men out there wasting their youth on this thoroughly unpleasant, bleak sonic battering ramage. It takes a certain mettle of character to stay unwavering on this particular path and there’s scant reward at the end of the day, let’s face it. Certainly in technicality it’s far superior to the idolised non-entities of “craft” (the Jeff Mills, the Hawtins, and any other cretin variation thereof). So I find and hear hope in it.

‘Death Dealer’ is ultra tech, crisp, choppy stop-start, gnarled wobble business. Functional to the point of pitiless and everything tight and right in the mix. ‘Vortex’ is little more than an angry, mechanistic loop running on and on, filtering nastier as the track progresses. Again expert tech construction. There’s some respite in a sticky, false Trance nirvana halfway before it boshes back into the machine hell.