Ital continues to twist the putative conventions of house and techno on his third album in two years. 'Endgame' feels light years away from his earliest transmissions of natty, lo-fi house, and much closer to brooding, minimal, modern house and techno styles, eking out a headier, weirder space somewhere between the styles of Tin Man, Kassem Mosse, and Joey Anderson, for comparison. The difference between then and now is perhaps his switch from software to select pieces of hardware, resulting in a more linear plot and liquified, worm-holing momentum on 'Endgame', no doubt enhanced by mixing and mastering from M. Geddes Gengras and Rashad Becker. Prime examples lie in the filtered techno gauntlets of 'Whispers In The Dark' and 'Dancing' or the warped pound of 'White II', and at best in the uniquely sodden skank of 'Black Dust', all adding up to an etheric, mystic sound that's strangely not warm or cold, but more in-between dimensions, at once visceral yet elusive.
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Ital continues to twist the putative conventions of house and techno on his third album in two years. 'Endgame' feels light years away from his earliest transmissions of natty, lo-fi house, and much closer to brooding, minimal, modern house and techno styles, eking out a headier, weirder space somewhere between the styles of Tin Man, Kassem Mosse, and Joey Anderson, for comparison. The difference between then and now is perhaps his switch from software to select pieces of hardware, resulting in a more linear plot and liquified, worm-holing momentum on 'Endgame', no doubt enhanced by mixing and mastering from M. Geddes Gengras and Rashad Becker. Prime examples lie in the filtered techno gauntlets of 'Whispers In The Dark' and 'Dancing' or the warped pound of 'White II', and at best in the uniquely sodden skank of 'Black Dust', all adding up to an etheric, mystic sound that's strangely not warm or cold, but more in-between dimensions, at once visceral yet elusive.
Ital continues to twist the putative conventions of house and techno on his third album in two years. 'Endgame' feels light years away from his earliest transmissions of natty, lo-fi house, and much closer to brooding, minimal, modern house and techno styles, eking out a headier, weirder space somewhere between the styles of Tin Man, Kassem Mosse, and Joey Anderson, for comparison. The difference between then and now is perhaps his switch from software to select pieces of hardware, resulting in a more linear plot and liquified, worm-holing momentum on 'Endgame', no doubt enhanced by mixing and mastering from M. Geddes Gengras and Rashad Becker. Prime examples lie in the filtered techno gauntlets of 'Whispers In The Dark' and 'Dancing' or the warped pound of 'White II', and at best in the uniquely sodden skank of 'Black Dust', all adding up to an etheric, mystic sound that's strangely not warm or cold, but more in-between dimensions, at once visceral yet elusive.
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Ital continues to twist the putative conventions of house and techno on his third album in two years. 'Endgame' feels light years away from his earliest transmissions of natty, lo-fi house, and much closer to brooding, minimal, modern house and techno styles, eking out a headier, weirder space somewhere between the styles of Tin Man, Kassem Mosse, and Joey Anderson, for comparison. The difference between then and now is perhaps his switch from software to select pieces of hardware, resulting in a more linear plot and liquified, worm-holing momentum on 'Endgame', no doubt enhanced by mixing and mastering from M. Geddes Gengras and Rashad Becker. Prime examples lie in the filtered techno gauntlets of 'Whispers In The Dark' and 'Dancing' or the warped pound of 'White II', and at best in the uniquely sodden skank of 'Black Dust', all adding up to an etheric, mystic sound that's strangely not warm or cold, but more in-between dimensions, at once visceral yet elusive.