Mad album of mutant EBM-in-dub from Vanligt Folk, pursuing the absurdities of their Palle Bondo’ 12” right down the rabbit hole - reminding us of that killer first Closer Musik album from the turn of the century.
Vanligt Folk, translating to ‘Common People’ in Swedish, here pay tribute to the ‘Hambo’ - a folk dance popular with your average, working class Jo(nas) in Sweden at the turn of the last century. But rather than recreate late 19th C. music, they explore a definition of rave and body music as folk music that’s very close to our own hearts, making fine use of primitive electronics, drum machines and nonsensical vocals in a unique form of social commentary that strives to subvert notions of nationalism, race and tradition.
The vibe therein is blunt yet phantasmic, with ruddy grooves screwing EBM to dancehall tempo and loaded up with an absurd range of voices, resulting in strong highlights in their percolated stepper ‘(O)Hambo’, or to darker degrees int he serpentine shimmy of ‘Dina Drömmar lever’, while ’TKO’ recalls Powell on mogadon, and ‘Grisebassen’ feels like ÉLG attempting to stoke a rave that doesn’t want to get going.
Great album.
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Mad album of mutant EBM-in-dub from Vanligt Folk, pursuing the absurdities of their Palle Bondo’ 12” right down the rabbit hole - reminding us of that killer first Closer Musik album from the turn of the century.
Vanligt Folk, translating to ‘Common People’ in Swedish, here pay tribute to the ‘Hambo’ - a folk dance popular with your average, working class Jo(nas) in Sweden at the turn of the last century. But rather than recreate late 19th C. music, they explore a definition of rave and body music as folk music that’s very close to our own hearts, making fine use of primitive electronics, drum machines and nonsensical vocals in a unique form of social commentary that strives to subvert notions of nationalism, race and tradition.
The vibe therein is blunt yet phantasmic, with ruddy grooves screwing EBM to dancehall tempo and loaded up with an absurd range of voices, resulting in strong highlights in their percolated stepper ‘(O)Hambo’, or to darker degrees int he serpentine shimmy of ‘Dina Drömmar lever’, while ’TKO’ recalls Powell on mogadon, and ‘Grisebassen’ feels like ÉLG attempting to stoke a rave that doesn’t want to get going.
Great album.
Mad album of mutant EBM-in-dub from Vanligt Folk, pursuing the absurdities of their Palle Bondo’ 12” right down the rabbit hole - reminding us of that killer first Closer Musik album from the turn of the century.
Vanligt Folk, translating to ‘Common People’ in Swedish, here pay tribute to the ‘Hambo’ - a folk dance popular with your average, working class Jo(nas) in Sweden at the turn of the last century. But rather than recreate late 19th C. music, they explore a definition of rave and body music as folk music that’s very close to our own hearts, making fine use of primitive electronics, drum machines and nonsensical vocals in a unique form of social commentary that strives to subvert notions of nationalism, race and tradition.
The vibe therein is blunt yet phantasmic, with ruddy grooves screwing EBM to dancehall tempo and loaded up with an absurd range of voices, resulting in strong highlights in their percolated stepper ‘(O)Hambo’, or to darker degrees int he serpentine shimmy of ‘Dina Drömmar lever’, while ’TKO’ recalls Powell on mogadon, and ‘Grisebassen’ feels like ÉLG attempting to stoke a rave that doesn’t want to get going.
Great album.
Mad album of mutant EBM-in-dub from Vanligt Folk, pursuing the absurdities of their Palle Bondo’ 12” right down the rabbit hole - reminding us of that killer first Closer Musik album from the turn of the century.
Vanligt Folk, translating to ‘Common People’ in Swedish, here pay tribute to the ‘Hambo’ - a folk dance popular with your average, working class Jo(nas) in Sweden at the turn of the last century. But rather than recreate late 19th C. music, they explore a definition of rave and body music as folk music that’s very close to our own hearts, making fine use of primitive electronics, drum machines and nonsensical vocals in a unique form of social commentary that strives to subvert notions of nationalism, race and tradition.
The vibe therein is blunt yet phantasmic, with ruddy grooves screwing EBM to dancehall tempo and loaded up with an absurd range of voices, resulting in strong highlights in their percolated stepper ‘(O)Hambo’, or to darker degrees int he serpentine shimmy of ‘Dina Drömmar lever’, while ’TKO’ recalls Powell on mogadon, and ‘Grisebassen’ feels like ÉLG attempting to stoke a rave that doesn’t want to get going.
Great album.