Review: Exit supergroup Binary Collective (comprising dBridge, Joe Seven, Kid Drama and Consequence) lay down their debut document? And it?s every shade of retro-stated future you?d hoped it would be. Diving deep into the analogue abyss, each cut attempts to out-deep the next while remaining well weighted and groove-focused. ?Binary Theme? is Moroder on Mogadon, ?In Pursuit? is a car chase in toxic treacle, ?Cloud Creeping? is what triphop would sound like if it was invented 20 years later while ?Sentries Watch Us? sounds like one of Parliament?s more experimental jams but played and recorded under water. These daft comparisons are just the tip of the iceberg, though ? it?s hard to reference music as matchless as this? Listen and interpret it in your own universe.
Review: Amongst those that keep track of these things, German trio Hyonobeat are considered proto-techno pioneers. While it's not known whether Detroit's Belleville Three were fans, you could argue that Hynobeat's rhythm-focused approach pre-dated both techno and Chicago house. Thanks to this fine retrospective from Dark Entries, you can judge for yourself. The material included was all recorded between 1983 and 1986, with the wild, off-kilter polyrhythms and ragged TB-303 lines of "The Arumbeya Fetish", mutant electro of "Kilian" and high-octane thrust of the decidedly out-there "Mission in Congo" standing out. Remarkably, Hypnobeat would chain together drum machines and bass synthesizers to create their tracks - a practice that would later become common during the acid house era.
Review: British techno veteran Oliver Ho has released some fine material as Broken English Club since debuting the alias back in 2014. The English Beach, Ho's second BEC full-length and first for L.I.E.S, is the audio equivalent of a trip to a run-down North Sea coastal resort on a wet Wednesday in November. Full of end-of-days electronics, stripped-back industrial techno, moody minimal wave shufflers and bubbly EBM workouts, it's as authentic a tribute to early '80s electronic experimentalism as you're likely to hear all year. Highlights include the Nitzer Ebb style bounce of "Pylon", the foreboding, desolate electronica of "Rust Ballad", the angry electro moodiness of "Carrion" and the rolling, organ-laden autumnal bliss of "The English Beach".
Voices Came Crackling Across A Motorola Hand-Held Radio - (5:10)
He Held The Victims Responsible - (3:44)
Chechnya's Ghosts Loom Large In Death Of Former Spy - (6:09)
Snipers As A Breed Tend To Be Superstitious - (7:16)
Review: The heavily sought after "Ghosts Of Chechnya" cassette finally sees a digital release. Vatican Shadow is unstoppable at the moment, his alchemistic beats and military themes marking him out as a singular talent. This latest affair, a sort of LP, is nothing short of stunning and it's tracks like "The House Of The Followers" with its dubbed-out, reverberant noises, that make Vatican Shadow stand out among his peers. The aptly named "Voices Came Crackling Across A Motorola Hand-Held Radio" is another beast, where chugging kick drums meet ominous pads and crackling static. "Chechnya's Ghosts Loom Large In Death Of Former Spy" is another fine example of his creative ability to mould techno into any shape he sees fit; but it's the filling spaces made up of eerie melodies and stripped beats, like "Snipers As A Breed Tend To Be Superstitious" which make his recordings so enchanting. Highly recommended as usual.
Review: Matthew Watt aka Killawatt drops his debut LP on the UK's Osiris Music. Gnarly, psychedelic techno is the name of the game here, and there's a whopping twelve tracks up for grabs. Blending everything from UK bass to dubstep and even drone, Killawatt's particular brand of four-to-the-floor is both singular and caters to just about anyone whose into menacing beats and abstract sonics. We're particularly into the choppy beats on "Spinal Swarm" and the outsider techno rhythm that is "Excessive Hyperbole". This album is absolutely brimming with quality and singularity. More from Mr.Watt, please!
Review: Formerly known as LasCasiCasiotone, LCC make their first physical release appearance for Editions Mego with a concept piece about that increasingly fractious relationship between human kind and mother nature, It's a theme that's ripe for interpretation through electronic means, and here is manifests in moments of sprawling symphonic serenity, quietly pulsing technoid formations and apocalyptic orchestrations. Through these forms a vivid cinematic is crafted, carrying you through the story the artists wish to impart. With its rich strokes of tone and texture, D/evolution is a triumphant success in creating immersive atmospheres loaded with a conceptual message, however indirectly it is expressed.
Review: Ravi Binning's Thought Broadcast moniker is a manifestation of the artist's experimental edge at its most organic. We've been told that only the grittiest and most archaic of production methods went into the making of this record - analog machinery and a heavy focus on tape manipulation, most specifically - and it's exactly this which makes Benning's third LP for Editions Mego so special. From start to finish, the music is dense and chilling, but at the same time raw and stripped to the bone. Benning's singular drone twists move cleverly along rich soundscapes made up of glacial effects and even subtle swirls of noise, demonstrated ably on "Runaway Signal". It's not all completely abstract, however, and the grainy beats of tracks like "Carving A Bow" or even "Forged Body" make this album a certified winner on all fronts.
Review: Operating out of Vienna, Christina Nemec has many strings to her bow at presents, including membership in recent Blackest Ever Black signings Shampoo Boy and roots in obscure Austrian industrial band Bray. Such associations all make perfect sense when listening to her new album as Chra, which has emerged in Editions Mego. Empty Airports is a fittingly desolate place where submerged rhythmic pulses and distant static flirt with occasional whispers of melody but largely echo out into a vast and very palpable nothingness. It's no mean feat to conjure up such spaces with sound, and Nemec does a wonderful job of it on this release.