Post Mortem Synthetics: Dub Six Feet Deep
For now I'll allow the Fader their time in the spotlight, letting them shamelessly take over my favorite pastime, namely dropping refs to the Double Deuce U.G. for no good reason. Please, let a man eat his hot wings in peace, cantcha?
Anyways, no freak scent here at the moment. Just more capitulation to them who mark twain on our eardrums, collapsing cochlea and all that good stuff. Can I get a resounding shudder? Thankew.
Andy Stott - The Massacre EP - My limited experience with the Modern Love label has not been unlike getting my head dunked in a bronze toilet bowl full of cognac. It's rough, but sophisticatedly so. This 12", comprised of the tracks "Unknown Exception" and "Massacre", is my first exposure to the work of Mr. Stott and it's a cruiser. Sticking for the most part to the lower registers, there's plenty of deep string stabs urging one and all to back up wit' a bit of shuffle in their step, with just enough hidden twinkly-star stuff to assure you that the moon is still surrounded; them stars still hold the floor. Can I possibly stand behind that statement? This man is a threat, and I'd bet a well-dressed one at that. Style, but certainly not over substance. Bucketloads 'pon bucketloads of deep, bottom-of-the-swimming pool substance to be considered here. Move careful-like.
CV313 - Dimensional Space EP - Metronomes. Syrup. One huge fucking Q-tip, smeared in greasy static (kinda a gray, bitmapped earwax, that) and keeping the way you just gotta tick-tock-tick-tock... lubricated. More proof in the ever-strengthening axiom that two chords are one more than enough for emotional resonance. You just gotta be detached enough; that's the seemingly contradictory part. Hell, you figure out how to explain incompleteness to me and I'll write it up better. See... this isn't minimalism... this is the fucking void.
Burial - Ghost Hardware EP - I've heard talk that Burial's working on a new album. Rumors that this may be the last transmission cast for some time while the pressure cooker is set to deal with the certainly epic expectations for that sophomore full length. I'm not sure that I'd call this twelve an evolution of the sound. Perhaps a refinement. All of the elements that made me 'n everybody else splatter jism all over his debut are here in spades, though something makes it seem like Burial's control over his source material is more powerful than ever. A necromancer, stitching these disembodied coos and moans and raindrops and reversed thunder rumbles into clicks and crackles and revitalizing them into a lurching, melancholic trainer-clad cadaver. Can I just say one thing? Burial's tracks are still some of the only stuff of the past year that can actually send shivers all up in me. It doesn't rain enough these days.
V/A - Box of Dub - Certainly no snack sized portion here, rather one massive comp of straight exclusives by a whole cadre of heavy hitters. Comprised of "Dubstep and Future Dub" ('s on the box!), the collected trax here certainly seem to lean a bit more towards some actual skank, though there are certainly plenty of neon strobes interrupting the mix I-96 style. Too many high points to keep track of, though the Sub Version/Paul St. Hilaire tunes do certainly knock. And that Kode 9 has eye beams comin' outta yer ass.
Anyways, no freak scent here at the moment. Just more capitulation to them who mark twain on our eardrums, collapsing cochlea and all that good stuff. Can I get a resounding shudder? Thankew.
Andy Stott - The Massacre EP - My limited experience with the Modern Love label has not been unlike getting my head dunked in a bronze toilet bowl full of cognac. It's rough, but sophisticatedly so. This 12", comprised of the tracks "Unknown Exception" and "Massacre", is my first exposure to the work of Mr. Stott and it's a cruiser. Sticking for the most part to the lower registers, there's plenty of deep string stabs urging one and all to back up wit' a bit of shuffle in their step, with just enough hidden twinkly-star stuff to assure you that the moon is still surrounded; them stars still hold the floor. Can I possibly stand behind that statement? This man is a threat, and I'd bet a well-dressed one at that. Style, but certainly not over substance. Bucketloads 'pon bucketloads of deep, bottom-of-the-swimming pool substance to be considered here. Move careful-like.
CV313 - Dimensional Space EP - Metronomes. Syrup. One huge fucking Q-tip, smeared in greasy static (kinda a gray, bitmapped earwax, that) and keeping the way you just gotta tick-tock-tick-tock... lubricated. More proof in the ever-strengthening axiom that two chords are one more than enough for emotional resonance. You just gotta be detached enough; that's the seemingly contradictory part. Hell, you figure out how to explain incompleteness to me and I'll write it up better. See... this isn't minimalism... this is the fucking void.
Burial - Ghost Hardware EP - I've heard talk that Burial's working on a new album. Rumors that this may be the last transmission cast for some time while the pressure cooker is set to deal with the certainly epic expectations for that sophomore full length. I'm not sure that I'd call this twelve an evolution of the sound. Perhaps a refinement. All of the elements that made me 'n everybody else splatter jism all over his debut are here in spades, though something makes it seem like Burial's control over his source material is more powerful than ever. A necromancer, stitching these disembodied coos and moans and raindrops and reversed thunder rumbles into clicks and crackles and revitalizing them into a lurching, melancholic trainer-clad cadaver. Can I just say one thing? Burial's tracks are still some of the only stuff of the past year that can actually send shivers all up in me. It doesn't rain enough these days.
V/A - Box of Dub - Certainly no snack sized portion here, rather one massive comp of straight exclusives by a whole cadre of heavy hitters. Comprised of "Dubstep and Future Dub" ('s on the box!), the collected trax here certainly seem to lean a bit more towards some actual skank, though there are certainly plenty of neon strobes interrupting the mix I-96 style. Too many high points to keep track of, though the Sub Version/Paul St. Hilaire tunes do certainly knock. And that Kode 9 has eye beams comin' outta yer ass.
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