Boomkat Product Review:
Sim Hutchins crosses paths with Local Action for a record about “the shit side of rave” which is all too often unacknowledged in favour of its putative utopian aspects. It’s a smartly up-the-second take on hauntological themes, inverting the sonic ambient ephemera of electronic presets to locate a warped, inverted soul in the serotonin-depleted, heart thudding loneliness of Baths Salts in the Saccharin and the dazed, eviscerated hulk of Dumped By Pirate Radio that should resonate broadly and strongly with listeners of the same, dazed generation.
"Described by Sim as “a nostalgic record devoid of nostalgia”, Clubeighteen2thirty draws from every aspect of Sim’s clubbed out youth - positive and negative. Although the record at points “remembers things fondly and unrealistically”, it’s also a realistic reflection on the shit side of rave: mediating on the mistakes of youth, losing friends to car accidents and drug abuse, existential crises and clubbing alone miles from home.
In Sim’s words, this album - which utilises badly-aged sound fonts and plastic digital keyboard sounds, often drowned in interference, digital fx, harmonic distortion and samples in remembrance of lost people - “alludes to the fabrication of truths to create a sense of hope and optimism when there is little to be found at present ... there's an industry built on glorifying the past and it is a multimillion pound cliché making people richer every day. This is my enthusiasm for certain styles collapsing in on themselves with me conducting and orchestrating their demise.”