Review: Brainfeeder as a project have been known to bring together the weird and wonderful, more often than not supplying the world with stunning original music. This latest compilation from them celebrates 10 years of the label, putting Flying Lotus's visions into reality. We explore previously undiscovered realms of futuristic hip hop production, with immediate stand outs being the the unpredictable neurotic drum crunches of 'Delusions' from Little Snake, along with the pulsating drum work and 4x4 flavours of 'Squaz' courtesy of Ross From Friends. Another shout out has to go to FlyLo himself as he teams up with Busdriver for a super skat heavy run out on 'Ain't No Coming Back'. This one is a fantastic listen from start to finish.
Review: Machine funk melodies taking their cues from the the sci-fi stories of Philip K. Dick? That's what UK's Moire is said to have taken inspiration from, among other things (all quite dystopian), on an album described as feeling "both futuristic and strangely human." His new effort entitled No Future, it's about where we are as a society right now and living in a climate of fear, hypocrisy, inequality, and lies. The London based producer also takes aim at modern matters concerning his home turf; something that's been demonstrated by the rising cost of real estate and the steady closure of major clubs like Fabric and Plastic People. The dark and desolate future beats of "Lost You" featuring DRS' rhymes are a good example, also the dusty and deconstructed urban house of "Jupiter" (which is further mood lighting) and not to mention "Facade" a neon-lit deep house jam perfect for a late night drive through the city and featuring James Massiah's haunting insights. Be sure to check out the album's interactive mirror entitled Monolith for an even deeper vision into the album's themes.
Review: Given the success of his early EPs on Werkdiscs and Rush Hour, hopes are naturally high for this debut album from adopted Londoner Moire. The mystery producer has previously spoken of his love of the capital city, variously calling it "raw, yet so full of soul" and describing his style as "London techno". Certainly, there's a notable world-weariness amongst the attractive analogue electronics, enveloping chords and post-industrial dancefloor rhythms of Shelter. While there are unsettling moments - see the bubbling, acid-flecked warehouse hypnotism of "Rings" and the disarming sludge of "Stars" - for the most part Moire deals in hazy, late night beauty, smothering the album in intoxicating textures and flitting late night melodies (see the dawn-over-Hackney Marshes feel of "Mr Figure" for proof).
Review: Following up on a strong first year in the releasing game, Moire is back on Werk Discs with his messy take on analogue techno, a celebration of lo-fi charm permeating every inch of the release. "BBOY 202" leads the charge with a cloying barrage of sizzling drums, shapeless vocal loop and bloated bass, bouncing with a playful energy even as it hits hard. "False" is the more gentle offering, dropping feathery hits of percussion into fluttering loops over a wistful synth refrain. In the beguiling yet friendly atmosphere he creates, Moire has crafted a very special kind of otherworldly trip for those with adventurous ears.
Review: Lurching forth on Actress' Werk Discs label with an appropriately strange twist on standard house and techno maneuveurs, Moire appears swathed in mystery and proudly sporting the disregard for convention that has defined his label boss to this date. With Heidi Vogel sending in some vocals stored in a jar not quite big enough for them, lead track "Never Sleep" has the potential to become very large indeed. There's a bleak, spartan quality to the arrangement of rasping drums and head-nailing bass splats, while the rhythm keeps a reassuring looseness about itself. "Drugs" heads into equally uneasy territory, using fearsomely large bass notes and paranoia-inducing arpeggio sequences to feed into a malevolent brew of mind-annihilation. Not even the sweeter synth strings that come in can save the oppressive atmosphere from pulling you down. For the Actress heads out there, Mr Cunningham pulls out a remix of stuttering magnificence that keeps driving forward while allowing everything to crumble and reform as it goes.
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