Hell yeah! This is proper good. Almost startling in its simplicity. Unpretentious, unfussy. A moody head nodder, with funk to boot, that almost veers into Mover darkcore territory. Trends ‘IronFist’ is also a fine bit of darkage…can’t really compete with the Don’s though.
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.
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.
A pleasingly curt but detailed, rattling, screws-loose assemblage of rusty, junk yard scrap metal, carried forward by a baggy, vented, internal bass throb. Machine funk business.
The Slovenian sounbwoys finally get their debut release. (About bloody time coz they’ve had some fine tuneage up for a while now). Top quality sludgy, tar-pit bass, oozing all over the dance floor with locked in, psychotropic trim and detail. Red seal hashish not skunk cannabis….
Foggy, ethereal trapstep minimalism from Paris on J Kenzo’s Artikal Music.
Huge, booming, murky bass tonnage that tokes hard and lines up the cross-hairs. Won’t make any sense at all unless played over real speakers or quality headphones.
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.