Boomkat Product Review:
Lakker's Ian McDonnell stays dank and dimly-lit on his third Eomac full-length, augmenting grumbly jungle and hard techno grit with DSP complexity and neo-baroque moods.
Unlike its predecessors that were assembled in Berlin, Eomac pieced together "Cracks" in a "beautiful rural part of Ireland". So the subtle clubwise guidance that comes from being stationed in the Euro techno hotspot is all but gone here, allowing McDonnell to shift the focus towards pensive dread. The next-level engineering trickery that elevated his last couple of records is still present, as is the nod towards the spectrum of club forms, but musing on systemic racism and global division (the titular cracks), this album is a few paces from club utility.
So with the bleak-n-glossy engineering sheen you'd expect to hear on a Kangding Ray album and the relentless drive of Surgeon or Regis, McDonnell traps an emotion that sings accurately to our frustrations right now. With clubs an anxious memory and the world seemingly collapsing around us, "Cracks" feels like a cathartic expression of rage, wonder and collective unease.