The classic Brummie techno dispatch rears up for a 21st anniversary reissue with a reshuffled track-list but still packing all the meat and gristle
Forged by the Downwards (and Sandwell District) co-founders for their Berlin allies, ‘Againstnature’ is distinguished in their catalogues for its mix of signature, slinky pounders and a quota of beat-less, tonal, atmospheric works that hailed the duo’s other tastes and prefaced future directions for Regis, at least.
Those beat-less pieces patently resonate with the duo’s interests beyond the pale of techno proper, with the clangourous industrial workshop atmospheres of ‘Washing My Hands’, the fetid hush and post-battlefield string pads of ‘Paralysing,’ and the martial sashay of ‘Under Skin’ and lending a curious sidespin to the track sequencing, which is more dominated by their swingeingly sexy techno muscle.
If the techno’s what you’re after though, some get it at best between the nagging greyscale minimalism of ‘Let Them Bleed,’ the full throttle tribalism of ‘Nothing And No One,’ the prototype BMB-sounding ‘Meat’; the locked in, humid pelt of ‘Hanoi Hanoi’ with its drilling vocal sample; and the unyielding gallop of ‘Guiltless.’
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The classic Brummie techno dispatch rears up for a 21st anniversary reissue with a reshuffled track-list but still packing all the meat and gristle
Forged by the Downwards (and Sandwell District) co-founders for their Berlin allies, ‘Againstnature’ is distinguished in their catalogues for its mix of signature, slinky pounders and a quota of beat-less, tonal, atmospheric works that hailed the duo’s other tastes and prefaced future directions for Regis, at least.
Those beat-less pieces patently resonate with the duo’s interests beyond the pale of techno proper, with the clangourous industrial workshop atmospheres of ‘Washing My Hands’, the fetid hush and post-battlefield string pads of ‘Paralysing,’ and the martial sashay of ‘Under Skin’ and lending a curious sidespin to the track sequencing, which is more dominated by their swingeingly sexy techno muscle.
If the techno’s what you’re after though, some get it at best between the nagging greyscale minimalism of ‘Let Them Bleed,’ the full throttle tribalism of ‘Nothing And No One,’ the prototype BMB-sounding ‘Meat’; the locked in, humid pelt of ‘Hanoi Hanoi’ with its drilling vocal sample; and the unyielding gallop of ‘Guiltless.’
The classic Brummie techno dispatch rears up for a 21st anniversary reissue with a reshuffled track-list but still packing all the meat and gristle
Forged by the Downwards (and Sandwell District) co-founders for their Berlin allies, ‘Againstnature’ is distinguished in their catalogues for its mix of signature, slinky pounders and a quota of beat-less, tonal, atmospheric works that hailed the duo’s other tastes and prefaced future directions for Regis, at least.
Those beat-less pieces patently resonate with the duo’s interests beyond the pale of techno proper, with the clangourous industrial workshop atmospheres of ‘Washing My Hands’, the fetid hush and post-battlefield string pads of ‘Paralysing,’ and the martial sashay of ‘Under Skin’ and lending a curious sidespin to the track sequencing, which is more dominated by their swingeingly sexy techno muscle.
If the techno’s what you’re after though, some get it at best between the nagging greyscale minimalism of ‘Let Them Bleed,’ the full throttle tribalism of ‘Nothing And No One,’ the prototype BMB-sounding ‘Meat’; the locked in, humid pelt of ‘Hanoi Hanoi’ with its drilling vocal sample; and the unyielding gallop of ‘Guiltless.’
The classic Brummie techno dispatch rears up for a 21st anniversary reissue with a reshuffled track-list but still packing all the meat and gristle
Forged by the Downwards (and Sandwell District) co-founders for their Berlin allies, ‘Againstnature’ is distinguished in their catalogues for its mix of signature, slinky pounders and a quota of beat-less, tonal, atmospheric works that hailed the duo’s other tastes and prefaced future directions for Regis, at least.
Those beat-less pieces patently resonate with the duo’s interests beyond the pale of techno proper, with the clangourous industrial workshop atmospheres of ‘Washing My Hands’, the fetid hush and post-battlefield string pads of ‘Paralysing,’ and the martial sashay of ‘Under Skin’ and lending a curious sidespin to the track sequencing, which is more dominated by their swingeingly sexy techno muscle.
If the techno’s what you’re after though, some get it at best between the nagging greyscale minimalism of ‘Let Them Bleed,’ the full throttle tribalism of ‘Nothing And No One,’ the prototype BMB-sounding ‘Meat’; the locked in, humid pelt of ‘Hanoi Hanoi’ with its drilling vocal sample; and the unyielding gallop of ‘Guiltless.’
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The classic Brummie techno dispatch rears up for a 21st anniversary reissue with a reshuffled track-list but still packing all the meat and gristle
Forged by the Downwards (and Sandwell District) co-founders for their Berlin allies, ‘Againstnature’ is distinguished in their catalogues for its mix of signature, slinky pounders and a quota of beat-less, tonal, atmospheric works that hailed the duo’s other tastes and prefaced future directions for Regis, at least.
Those beat-less pieces patently resonate with the duo’s interests beyond the pale of techno proper, with the clangourous industrial workshop atmospheres of ‘Washing My Hands’, the fetid hush and post-battlefield string pads of ‘Paralysing,’ and the martial sashay of ‘Under Skin’ and lending a curious sidespin to the track sequencing, which is more dominated by their swingeingly sexy techno muscle.
If the techno’s what you’re after though, some get it at best between the nagging greyscale minimalism of ‘Let Them Bleed,’ the full throttle tribalism of ‘Nothing And No One,’ the prototype BMB-sounding ‘Meat’; the locked in, humid pelt of ‘Hanoi Hanoi’ with its drilling vocal sample; and the unyielding gallop of ‘Guiltless.’