Mastered by Guy at The Exchange
Max Tundra’s eternally off-centre masterpiece of genre-splicing madness sounds as fresh as ever 20 years since itsrelease, with benefit of hindsight assuring it in best of class for millennial avant-pop tekkerz
A glitchy, birthday-every-day cake baked with love and soul from bubblegum pop, disco, R&B, jazz blues, doo-wop, avant-garde electronics and fuck knows what else, ‘Mastered by Guy at The Exchange’ also sounds more than ever like a ramraid on a well stocked 2nd hand record shop.
Intensely brainy but incredibly fun with it, the dozen songs hail an pivotal era of invention when UK pop was left reeling from the rush of ‘90s rave and its genre-shattering fallout, while finding itself snagged on the inch-tight funk innovations of contemporary US R&B by the likes of The Neptunes and Timbaland that dominated the charts in 2002, and the whiff of experimental plunderphonics was ripe in the air.
Of course what’s missing from that equation is Ben Jacobs aka Max Tundra’s x-variable of labour and passion for pop forms, echoing historic innovative spirits of the likes of Bruce Haack or the art-rock chops of Anthony Moore in his all-encompassing vision of complexity wrapped up in the purest, widely-appealing, clinically fine-tuned arrangements that have not just withstood the test of time but also refused to age gracefully. Just our kinda shit, basically.
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Max Tundra’s eternally off-centre masterpiece of genre-splicing madness sounds as fresh as ever 20 years since itsrelease, with benefit of hindsight assuring it in best of class for millennial avant-pop tekkerz
A glitchy, birthday-every-day cake baked with love and soul from bubblegum pop, disco, R&B, jazz blues, doo-wop, avant-garde electronics and fuck knows what else, ‘Mastered by Guy at The Exchange’ also sounds more than ever like a ramraid on a well stocked 2nd hand record shop.
Intensely brainy but incredibly fun with it, the dozen songs hail an pivotal era of invention when UK pop was left reeling from the rush of ‘90s rave and its genre-shattering fallout, while finding itself snagged on the inch-tight funk innovations of contemporary US R&B by the likes of The Neptunes and Timbaland that dominated the charts in 2002, and the whiff of experimental plunderphonics was ripe in the air.
Of course what’s missing from that equation is Ben Jacobs aka Max Tundra’s x-variable of labour and passion for pop forms, echoing historic innovative spirits of the likes of Bruce Haack or the art-rock chops of Anthony Moore in his all-encompassing vision of complexity wrapped up in the purest, widely-appealing, clinically fine-tuned arrangements that have not just withstood the test of time but also refused to age gracefully. Just our kinda shit, basically.
Max Tundra’s eternally off-centre masterpiece of genre-splicing madness sounds as fresh as ever 20 years since itsrelease, with benefit of hindsight assuring it in best of class for millennial avant-pop tekkerz
A glitchy, birthday-every-day cake baked with love and soul from bubblegum pop, disco, R&B, jazz blues, doo-wop, avant-garde electronics and fuck knows what else, ‘Mastered by Guy at The Exchange’ also sounds more than ever like a ramraid on a well stocked 2nd hand record shop.
Intensely brainy but incredibly fun with it, the dozen songs hail an pivotal era of invention when UK pop was left reeling from the rush of ‘90s rave and its genre-shattering fallout, while finding itself snagged on the inch-tight funk innovations of contemporary US R&B by the likes of The Neptunes and Timbaland that dominated the charts in 2002, and the whiff of experimental plunderphonics was ripe in the air.
Of course what’s missing from that equation is Ben Jacobs aka Max Tundra’s x-variable of labour and passion for pop forms, echoing historic innovative spirits of the likes of Bruce Haack or the art-rock chops of Anthony Moore in his all-encompassing vision of complexity wrapped up in the purest, widely-appealing, clinically fine-tuned arrangements that have not just withstood the test of time but also refused to age gracefully. Just our kinda shit, basically.
2022 Re-issue on translucent Curacao Blue coloured vinyl.
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Max Tundra’s eternally off-centre masterpiece of genre-splicing madness sounds as fresh as ever 20 years since itsrelease, with benefit of hindsight assuring it in best of class for millennial avant-pop tekkerz
A glitchy, birthday-every-day cake baked with love and soul from bubblegum pop, disco, R&B, jazz blues, doo-wop, avant-garde electronics and fuck knows what else, ‘Mastered by Guy at The Exchange’ also sounds more than ever like a ramraid on a well stocked 2nd hand record shop.
Intensely brainy but incredibly fun with it, the dozen songs hail an pivotal era of invention when UK pop was left reeling from the rush of ‘90s rave and its genre-shattering fallout, while finding itself snagged on the inch-tight funk innovations of contemporary US R&B by the likes of The Neptunes and Timbaland that dominated the charts in 2002, and the whiff of experimental plunderphonics was ripe in the air.
Of course what’s missing from that equation is Ben Jacobs aka Max Tundra’s x-variable of labour and passion for pop forms, echoing historic innovative spirits of the likes of Bruce Haack or the art-rock chops of Anthony Moore in his all-encompassing vision of complexity wrapped up in the purest, widely-appealing, clinically fine-tuned arrangements that have not just withstood the test of time but also refused to age gracefully. Just our kinda shit, basically.