Jacking NYC house from erstwhile witch house queen Lauren Flax (ov Creep) for UTTU’s Dance Trax series
Leading on from her turn for NYC institute Nervous Records, and a previous hook-up with Kim Ann Foxman, Lauren rides the acid groove proper on ‘It’s Ours’, which Jimmy Edgar reworks as a slinkier metallic groove in the vein of Larry Heard’s Gherkin Jerks.
On ‘Your Mom Likes Flange’ she slips down tripper wormhole of recursive delays to a darkroom ready bass canter, before rubbing out the wilder ’Acid Ghetto’ and cutting loose with splashy chromatic riffs on the staccato jack of ‘Sequenc_tial Discord’.
Tunisia’s Deena Abdelwahed inhabits a fascinating space between tradition and technology, history and futurism in her strikingly moody debut solo album ‘Khonnar’, following from production credits on Fever Ray’s ’Plunge’ and use of her tracks in mixes by M.E.S.H. and Paula Temple. Subbass fiends need to check the final track ‘Rabbouni’, while fans of Jasss and Muslimgauze will gets strong kicks throughout...
“Deena Abdelwahed’s first album is shifting the epicenter of contemporary electronic music south. Pronounced “Ronnar“ (an essential detail so as to avoid facile misinterpretation by French- speakers) it is a term that makes the most of Tunisia’s cultural and linguistic spectrum. It evokes the dark, shameful and disturbing side of things, the one we usually seek to hide, but which Deena instead sticks our noses in with her debut. It is a testament to Deena’s coming into her own as a world citizen, and as an artist. A self-construction made of frustrations and constraints, borne of retrograde mindsets, which are not the prerogative of either the East or the West, and which she tirelessly strives to expose and break.
Throughout the 45 minutes of “Khonnar“, Deena breaks down the codes of bass, techno and experimental music, and writes the manifesto for a generation that does not seek to please or to conform, taking back control of its identity – with all the attendant losses and chaos. A new creative world order is taking shape, a new tilting point between north and south, the response of a connected and liberated youth who takes the control of the new decolonization.”
Singular Swiss-Nepalese-Tibetan artist Aïsha Devi emotes DNA Feelings on the 2nd album for Rob Booth’s Houndstooth.
Coming into her own in a similar way to how Arca and Lotic did on their respective solo opuses, Aïsha’s holistic approach incorporating meditation techniques, metaphysical research and ritual practice, results in a hyper-natural helix of ideas binding avant-pop nous into almost theatric backdrops where her ideas play out in transfixing, abstract form.
Aïsha moves freely between her myriad voices - from seraphic anguish to helium rave diva, thru Tibetan throat singing and autotuned R&B vamps - in a richly embroidered soundscape of sawn-off rave stabs, field recordings and weightless sensations synthesised to suggest the infinite metaphysics and feel of a place out of time and space.
In the process she metaphorically externalises the internal and eternal across an archipelago of ante-chambers leading deeper into her sonic ontology, from the rush of raved emotions in DNA ☤ ∞, to the starkly statuesque Dislocation of Alpha, melting out into diaphanous cosmic dimensions on Aetherave before the bass of Hyperlands pulls her back to earth and the primal chaos of Inner State of Alchemy, before Light Luxury veers between hardstyle and traditional instrumentals, leading to the premonitory ambient projection of Cell Stems Spa.
Posthuman present their first vinyl album since 2010’s ’Syn Emergence’ with ‘Mutant City Acid’ on their Balkan Vinyl label
On ’Mutant City Acid’ they tweak out Roland’s little grey box in 10 parts roving from the seamless acid house excursion of ‘Into Gestalt’ into ‘Nightride To New Reno’, before gradually diversifying their patterns with the slow electro-acid of ‘Gods of Technology’, and the canny transition from slow acid into purring 808 dreamscape with side C’s ‘junk Bonds’, ‘Raid On Kyoto Quarter’, and ’Shellworld Industries’, and again hoping from knackered acid to ruddy acid techno and jacked up pressure on side D’s ‘Abaskan Control’ into ‘Transit System Error’ and ‘Wishmountain’.
Big Miz lays the funk on with a trowel in his debut long-player for world-dominating house mob Dixon Avenue Basement jams.
It might have something to do with Glasgow’s brutal licensing laws, or the fact they just like a good fucking party, but Miz spares no second for the funk in Build / Destroy, resulting the kind of £-for-pound dancefloor efficiency will find favour far beyond Scotland between the fruity jack of Straight Thru Cru, the bumpy Chicago rub ’n tug of Hammond Groove, and his haughty masterjacker The Great Beast.
High grade weaponry from Neville Watson, retuning his style with exhilarating, inexorable effect on his 2nd album and debut outing for DBA
While highly regarded as an upholder of old skool production values and style, Watson makes a break for the future with the technoid harvest of ‘The Midnight Orchard’, which contains the most abstract and driving gear we’ve ever heard from him.
He spends the first couple of tracks massaging your grey meat and matter with proper sci-fi modular spangles and tension-raising arps before locking in for the ride with ‘Anarcho Midnight’, a seriously powerful, offset roiler that will see a lot of play around our way, along with the album’s other big highlights, such as the pendulous, minimalist rinse of ‘Twin Tub’, the furiously wired gnash of ‘Dee Sides’, and the blinding hydraulics of ‘4am In The Trees’.
Together with its numerous black hole abstractions and lush moments like ‘We Own The Night’, this album is arguably one of the strongest techno-related LPs of the year, bar none.
Marie Davidson is a synth-pop star for our times. Her belting 4th solo LP, ‘Working Class Woman’ is a definitive reflection of her character and current sound, including road-tested zingers from her powerful live show along with genuine surprises, while introducing a whole new wave of listeners to her charms.
In hot pursuit of the more ‘floor-friendly styles on her ‘Adieux Au Dancefloor’, and marking distance travelled since her cinematically sculpted ‘Un Autre Voyage’ for Holodeck, Marie’s 4th album inseparably binds the sound designer and dancefloor aspects of her sound in a sleek, witty, and totally captivating album which, for all it’s vintage touchstones, feels very symptomatic of 2018.
Her grooves are firmed up to direct functionality while the arrangements are as varied as anything from her intricate earlier works, resulting in big highlights on her live show favourite, the playfully raunchy EBM of ‘Work It’, and the rabid drum machine razz-out ‘Workaholic Paranoid Bitch’. But the amazing late ‘80s synth-pop-house of ‘So Right’ and the album’s two bookends of sardonic and sensual vocals, set to respectively pensive and sublime backdrops, really set this album apart from the crowd.