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.
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.
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.
A fuzzed-out and minimal, head-nodding, clanker. Not sure if this would really cut it in the sound system department and I can’t see this one lighting up any dance floors it’s so muted?, but it shuffles along nicely with all the design for purpose of a bubbling bong.
Jay Krease from Dead Noise System. Sounding very like a cleaned up, slowed down and paint stripped, minimal techstep tune (with nods, surely, to “Shadow Boxing”?) old school, timestretched, raaaaasta vox shenanigans and a ridiculously low rolling sub. This one doesn’t really go anywhere – just a moody, hoods up, foot shuffle, head nodder while toking hard on your reefer in the dark corner. Quality restraint though, with “hold the line” discipline.