Review: Over the last few years, Lord Sabre has been busy playing collaborator, joining forces with various musicians and producers on such acclaimed projects as The Asphodells and The Woodleigh Research Facility. Convenanza marks his return to solo work after a seven-year absence. Billed as a chance to "look back at the clutter of a life thorough lived", it sees the veteran DJ/producer lay down an intoxicating blend of post-punk grooves, shoegaze style vocals, delay-heavy horn lines, drowsy synthensizers, and the kind of druggy, pitched-down electronica so successfully explored on his A Love From Outer Space collaboration with Sean Johnston. It is, somewhat predictably, a fine set.
Review: Andrew Weatherall's Covenanza full-length, released earlier this year, was rightly praised as an atmospheric, largely impressive fusion of the veteran producer's many disparate influences. For Consolamentum, he's handed over the parts to those album tracks to some of his favourite producers, giving them instructions to stamp their own distinctive styles on his cherished material. The results are naturally impressive, with Timothy J Fairplay, Justin Robertson, Emperor Machine, Red Axes, Scott Fraser and Heretic - a rising star whose productions have been getting major rotations at Lord Sabre's A Love From Outer Space parties - each delivering fine interpretations.
Review: Given the sad loss of Andrew Weatherall earlier in the year, this posthumous release undoubtedly has added emotional weight. It was written and produced by the much-missed DJ/producer and regular studio partner Nina Walsh last year, and here emerges as the debut release on Pamela Records, an offshoot of Diesel, Dave Jarvis and company's long-running, edit-focused Moton imprint. It's a hugely impressive swansong, with Weatherall and Walsh drifting between ultra-emotive, strings-and-synths-laden electronic disco bliss ("The Moton 5"), slap-bass-propelled, glassy-eyed goodness (the hard to describe "Slap & Slide"), analogue-rich, late '80s style Balearic chug ("March Violets"), and fiendishly sparse, dubbed-out brilliance ("The Moton 5.2"). Rest in peace Lord Sabre.