New edition of this early collaboration between Mutiverse boss James 'Ginz' Ginzburg and Paul Purgas, the second album by Emptyset.
Demiurge finds Emptyset reducing their production process down to a singular signal chain channelled into a modulated analogue hardware line (or so we're told). The results are somewhere between drone, techno, noise, power electronics and the very outer limits of dubstep: in other words, audio porn for the more serious soundboys and girls among you.
The duo's reliance on heaving subs and ear-grazing blasts of static make clear their love of Mika Vainio and Pan Sonic, and 'Void' reminds us of last year's blink-and-you-missed it Suum Cuique record: electronic music with real physical presence.
'Point' and 'Function' wrestle a kind of juddering techno groove out of jagged comper shrapnel, reminding us of the Raster-Noton bods like Byetone, Ikeda and Alva Noto at their most brutal and direct. 'Periphery' conjures the groaning, haunted interiors of Alien and Event Horizon, while the mid-paced warfunk of 'Tangent' sounds like it could raze Bristol to the ground if played out on a rig that’s up to it, and 'Monad' is an ear-walloping exercise in loop/edit delirium, coming over like Errorsmith in the depths of a black depression.
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New edition of this early collaboration between Mutiverse boss James 'Ginz' Ginzburg and Paul Purgas, the second album by Emptyset.
Demiurge finds Emptyset reducing their production process down to a singular signal chain channelled into a modulated analogue hardware line (or so we're told). The results are somewhere between drone, techno, noise, power electronics and the very outer limits of dubstep: in other words, audio porn for the more serious soundboys and girls among you.
The duo's reliance on heaving subs and ear-grazing blasts of static make clear their love of Mika Vainio and Pan Sonic, and 'Void' reminds us of last year's blink-and-you-missed it Suum Cuique record: electronic music with real physical presence.
'Point' and 'Function' wrestle a kind of juddering techno groove out of jagged comper shrapnel, reminding us of the Raster-Noton bods like Byetone, Ikeda and Alva Noto at their most brutal and direct. 'Periphery' conjures the groaning, haunted interiors of Alien and Event Horizon, while the mid-paced warfunk of 'Tangent' sounds like it could raze Bristol to the ground if played out on a rig that’s up to it, and 'Monad' is an ear-walloping exercise in loop/edit delirium, coming over like Errorsmith in the depths of a black depression.
New edition of this early collaboration between Mutiverse boss James 'Ginz' Ginzburg and Paul Purgas, the second album by Emptyset.
Demiurge finds Emptyset reducing their production process down to a singular signal chain channelled into a modulated analogue hardware line (or so we're told). The results are somewhere between drone, techno, noise, power electronics and the very outer limits of dubstep: in other words, audio porn for the more serious soundboys and girls among you.
The duo's reliance on heaving subs and ear-grazing blasts of static make clear their love of Mika Vainio and Pan Sonic, and 'Void' reminds us of last year's blink-and-you-missed it Suum Cuique record: electronic music with real physical presence.
'Point' and 'Function' wrestle a kind of juddering techno groove out of jagged comper shrapnel, reminding us of the Raster-Noton bods like Byetone, Ikeda and Alva Noto at their most brutal and direct. 'Periphery' conjures the groaning, haunted interiors of Alien and Event Horizon, while the mid-paced warfunk of 'Tangent' sounds like it could raze Bristol to the ground if played out on a rig that’s up to it, and 'Monad' is an ear-walloping exercise in loop/edit delirium, coming over like Errorsmith in the depths of a black depression.
New edition of this early collaboration between Mutiverse boss James 'Ginz' Ginzburg and Paul Purgas, the second album by Emptyset.
Demiurge finds Emptyset reducing their production process down to a singular signal chain channelled into a modulated analogue hardware line (or so we're told). The results are somewhere between drone, techno, noise, power electronics and the very outer limits of dubstep: in other words, audio porn for the more serious soundboys and girls among you.
The duo's reliance on heaving subs and ear-grazing blasts of static make clear their love of Mika Vainio and Pan Sonic, and 'Void' reminds us of last year's blink-and-you-missed it Suum Cuique record: electronic music with real physical presence.
'Point' and 'Function' wrestle a kind of juddering techno groove out of jagged comper shrapnel, reminding us of the Raster-Noton bods like Byetone, Ikeda and Alva Noto at their most brutal and direct. 'Periphery' conjures the groaning, haunted interiors of Alien and Event Horizon, while the mid-paced warfunk of 'Tangent' sounds like it could raze Bristol to the ground if played out on a rig that’s up to it, and 'Monad' is an ear-walloping exercise in loop/edit delirium, coming over like Errorsmith in the depths of a black depression.
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New edition of this early collaboration between Mutiverse boss James 'Ginz' Ginzburg and Paul Purgas, the second album by Emptyset.
Demiurge finds Emptyset reducing their production process down to a singular signal chain channelled into a modulated analogue hardware line (or so we're told). The results are somewhere between drone, techno, noise, power electronics and the very outer limits of dubstep: in other words, audio porn for the more serious soundboys and girls among you.
The duo's reliance on heaving subs and ear-grazing blasts of static make clear their love of Mika Vainio and Pan Sonic, and 'Void' reminds us of last year's blink-and-you-missed it Suum Cuique record: electronic music with real physical presence.
'Point' and 'Function' wrestle a kind of juddering techno groove out of jagged comper shrapnel, reminding us of the Raster-Noton bods like Byetone, Ikeda and Alva Noto at their most brutal and direct. 'Periphery' conjures the groaning, haunted interiors of Alien and Event Horizon, while the mid-paced warfunk of 'Tangent' sounds like it could raze Bristol to the ground if played out on a rig that’s up to it, and 'Monad' is an ear-walloping exercise in loop/edit delirium, coming over like Errorsmith in the depths of a black depression.