New me, new rules, tracks reviewed on bullet points (might only be for this review) and in typical gonzo journalism style (God rest his soul Hunter S Thompson) I may skip a few tracks.
Tactile Study- a sunrise over Tokyo opening broken by a synthetic synthesised riff, could you describe it as a riff or an intelligent series of synthesiser keyboard presses, both, who cares, what I care about is the passion you can hear in every press of those black and white keys the impress of the keys and depress and imagine the fingerprint impressions left on them, CSI heaven.
Consonance – reverb and put through the distortion mincer, typewriter key taps, before it drops and what a beat it drops, big, nasty and ready to ruin you bass bins I’m telling ya! I’m from Yorkshire you know (some may get that reference- think Orbit- Morley on a Saturday night) or it will at least get you a friend home visit from the noise nuisance police but until they arrive crank this bad boy up.
Bonds – this is right up my street the repeative synth keys which I am guilty of trying out but never confident enough to execute for real, but it sounds amazing here matched with random pitch changes, tempo increases to create a hesitant air of tension.
Groundway- like running up that hill or the morning gym treadmill session, heart pounding expecting water getting a Double Espresso.
Listed- a possible reference to the old warehouses in those Northern industrial town, you can hear the day to day grind in this track, brutal, bleak electronica at its best, with an air of hope and anticipation of lightly trodden acid house Balearic extended dance pitches, to make you fling off those overalls at the end of your Steel Works shift and dance the night away a few Years later in your abandoned now shutdown workspace. Hands in the air dancing around on your once was factory floor.
Tensity- experimental beats and bleeps, Roland 808, 303 era defining acid house beats, take position small soldier, aim and fire. Sure some of those are Gang Starr lyrics?
Sidestep- bigger, badder, bolder! Amazing, lump hammer on industrial grade steel let’s move on! Pure filthy electronica.
Seedling Tome- drawn in by the loop then settled into an irregular post punk Joy Division hauntings.
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Michael Conboy
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