Carrier’s eponymous whitelabel series already feels like a worthy successor to those classic stamped T++ EP’s, with a similar take on deep yet propulsive techno dynamics that owe as much to Berlin’s Chain Reaction as they do Hardcore ballistics - from Jungle to UKG, all precision-tooled and tense as f u c k minimalist programming that you really should investigate if yr into classic Burial, T++, Autechre, Paradox, Demdike Stare, Xth Reflexion, Logos - it’s really just about as good as it gets on that tip.
Following a meticulous mixtape that staked his formative D&B inspirations for Berceuse Heroique, Carrier doubles the tally on his own label with three cuts of uncompromisingly sick, spectral manoeuvres. Binding skeletal drums in reticulated polymetrics, he comes ever closer to an ideal of forward-facing breakbeat purism that has arguably been lost-in-translation with successive waves of club music engineers who seem to so often underestimate, or maybe just misunderstand, how the body relates to the dance.
The techgnostic spirit of the best Detroit techno and Chicago footwork, UK D&B, and Berlin Techno flickers incandescent on all three counts within a finely chiselled form of steppers dub. Based in a floating studio room in Antwerp, we can’t help but compare Guy Brewer’s process of whittling away structures to reveal their facets with the city’s famed diamond cutters, perfecting their craft in secretive ateliers to produce the kind of bare-boned devastation that just seems to elude mostly anyone trying their luck at this sound over the last two decades.
After years playing to the crowd and producing heavy techno girders as Shifted and under other aliases, with Carrier he really, finally seems to get inside his artform and imagination in a way that adds some substance to the conversation, chasing a dragon of fascination from the polymetric rip-currents of subbass and drum perfection in ‘Coastal’, to the heightened proprioceptions of ‘Wood Over Plastic’, finishing off with obsessive levels of detail in the subaquatic chicanery on ‘Locus’.
As far as we’re concerned, very few producers are achieving this level of technicality and genuine, alchemic ingenuity in their productions right now - don’t miss it.
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Carrier’s eponymous whitelabel series already feels like a worthy successor to those classic stamped T++ EP’s, with a similar take on deep yet propulsive techno dynamics that owe as much to Berlin’s Chain Reaction as they do Hardcore ballistics - from Jungle to UKG, all precision-tooled and tense as f u c k minimalist programming that you really should investigate if yr into classic Burial, T++, Autechre, Paradox, Demdike Stare, Xth Reflexion, Logos - it’s really just about as good as it gets on that tip.
Following a meticulous mixtape that staked his formative D&B inspirations for Berceuse Heroique, Carrier doubles the tally on his own label with three cuts of uncompromisingly sick, spectral manoeuvres. Binding skeletal drums in reticulated polymetrics, he comes ever closer to an ideal of forward-facing breakbeat purism that has arguably been lost-in-translation with successive waves of club music engineers who seem to so often underestimate, or maybe just misunderstand, how the body relates to the dance.
The techgnostic spirit of the best Detroit techno and Chicago footwork, UK D&B, and Berlin Techno flickers incandescent on all three counts within a finely chiselled form of steppers dub. Based in a floating studio room in Antwerp, we can’t help but compare Guy Brewer’s process of whittling away structures to reveal their facets with the city’s famed diamond cutters, perfecting their craft in secretive ateliers to produce the kind of bare-boned devastation that just seems to elude mostly anyone trying their luck at this sound over the last two decades.
After years playing to the crowd and producing heavy techno girders as Shifted and under other aliases, with Carrier he really, finally seems to get inside his artform and imagination in a way that adds some substance to the conversation, chasing a dragon of fascination from the polymetric rip-currents of subbass and drum perfection in ‘Coastal’, to the heightened proprioceptions of ‘Wood Over Plastic’, finishing off with obsessive levels of detail in the subaquatic chicanery on ‘Locus’.
As far as we’re concerned, very few producers are achieving this level of technicality and genuine, alchemic ingenuity in their productions right now - don’t miss it.
Carrier’s eponymous whitelabel series already feels like a worthy successor to those classic stamped T++ EP’s, with a similar take on deep yet propulsive techno dynamics that owe as much to Berlin’s Chain Reaction as they do Hardcore ballistics - from Jungle to UKG, all precision-tooled and tense as f u c k minimalist programming that you really should investigate if yr into classic Burial, T++, Autechre, Paradox, Demdike Stare, Xth Reflexion, Logos - it’s really just about as good as it gets on that tip.
Following a meticulous mixtape that staked his formative D&B inspirations for Berceuse Heroique, Carrier doubles the tally on his own label with three cuts of uncompromisingly sick, spectral manoeuvres. Binding skeletal drums in reticulated polymetrics, he comes ever closer to an ideal of forward-facing breakbeat purism that has arguably been lost-in-translation with successive waves of club music engineers who seem to so often underestimate, or maybe just misunderstand, how the body relates to the dance.
The techgnostic spirit of the best Detroit techno and Chicago footwork, UK D&B, and Berlin Techno flickers incandescent on all three counts within a finely chiselled form of steppers dub. Based in a floating studio room in Antwerp, we can’t help but compare Guy Brewer’s process of whittling away structures to reveal their facets with the city’s famed diamond cutters, perfecting their craft in secretive ateliers to produce the kind of bare-boned devastation that just seems to elude mostly anyone trying their luck at this sound over the last two decades.
After years playing to the crowd and producing heavy techno girders as Shifted and under other aliases, with Carrier he really, finally seems to get inside his artform and imagination in a way that adds some substance to the conversation, chasing a dragon of fascination from the polymetric rip-currents of subbass and drum perfection in ‘Coastal’, to the heightened proprioceptions of ‘Wood Over Plastic’, finishing off with obsessive levels of detail in the subaquatic chicanery on ‘Locus’.
As far as we’re concerned, very few producers are achieving this level of technicality and genuine, alchemic ingenuity in their productions right now - don’t miss it.
Carrier’s eponymous whitelabel series already feels like a worthy successor to those classic stamped T++ EP’s, with a similar take on deep yet propulsive techno dynamics that owe as much to Berlin’s Chain Reaction as they do Hardcore ballistics - from Jungle to UKG, all precision-tooled and tense as f u c k minimalist programming that you really should investigate if yr into classic Burial, T++, Autechre, Paradox, Demdike Stare, Xth Reflexion, Logos - it’s really just about as good as it gets on that tip.
Following a meticulous mixtape that staked his formative D&B inspirations for Berceuse Heroique, Carrier doubles the tally on his own label with three cuts of uncompromisingly sick, spectral manoeuvres. Binding skeletal drums in reticulated polymetrics, he comes ever closer to an ideal of forward-facing breakbeat purism that has arguably been lost-in-translation with successive waves of club music engineers who seem to so often underestimate, or maybe just misunderstand, how the body relates to the dance.
The techgnostic spirit of the best Detroit techno and Chicago footwork, UK D&B, and Berlin Techno flickers incandescent on all three counts within a finely chiselled form of steppers dub. Based in a floating studio room in Antwerp, we can’t help but compare Guy Brewer’s process of whittling away structures to reveal their facets with the city’s famed diamond cutters, perfecting their craft in secretive ateliers to produce the kind of bare-boned devastation that just seems to elude mostly anyone trying their luck at this sound over the last two decades.
After years playing to the crowd and producing heavy techno girders as Shifted and under other aliases, with Carrier he really, finally seems to get inside his artform and imagination in a way that adds some substance to the conversation, chasing a dragon of fascination from the polymetric rip-currents of subbass and drum perfection in ‘Coastal’, to the heightened proprioceptions of ‘Wood Over Plastic’, finishing off with obsessive levels of detail in the subaquatic chicanery on ‘Locus’.
As far as we’re concerned, very few producers are achieving this level of technicality and genuine, alchemic ingenuity in their productions right now - don’t miss it.
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Carrier’s eponymous whitelabel series already feels like a worthy successor to those classic stamped T++ EP’s, with a similar take on deep yet propulsive techno dynamics that owe as much to Berlin’s Chain Reaction as they do Hardcore ballistics - from Jungle to UKG, all precision-tooled and tense as f u c k minimalist programming that you really should investigate if yr into classic Burial, T++, Autechre, Paradox, Demdike Stare, Xth Reflexion, Logos - it’s really just about as good as it gets on that tip.
Following a meticulous mixtape that staked his formative D&B inspirations for Berceuse Heroique, Carrier doubles the tally on his own label with three cuts of uncompromisingly sick, spectral manoeuvres. Binding skeletal drums in reticulated polymetrics, he comes ever closer to an ideal of forward-facing breakbeat purism that has arguably been lost-in-translation with successive waves of club music engineers who seem to so often underestimate, or maybe just misunderstand, how the body relates to the dance.
The techgnostic spirit of the best Detroit techno and Chicago footwork, UK D&B, and Berlin Techno flickers incandescent on all three counts within a finely chiselled form of steppers dub. Based in a floating studio room in Antwerp, we can’t help but compare Guy Brewer’s process of whittling away structures to reveal their facets with the city’s famed diamond cutters, perfecting their craft in secretive ateliers to produce the kind of bare-boned devastation that just seems to elude mostly anyone trying their luck at this sound over the last two decades.
After years playing to the crowd and producing heavy techno girders as Shifted and under other aliases, with Carrier he really, finally seems to get inside his artform and imagination in a way that adds some substance to the conversation, chasing a dragon of fascination from the polymetric rip-currents of subbass and drum perfection in ‘Coastal’, to the heightened proprioceptions of ‘Wood Over Plastic’, finishing off with obsessive levels of detail in the subaquatic chicanery on ‘Locus’.
As far as we’re concerned, very few producers are achieving this level of technicality and genuine, alchemic ingenuity in their productions right now - don’t miss it.