Boomkat Product Review:
Freaky, playful post-industrial cut-ups and smack-downs from Istanbul’s Doğuş Küner aka Boëthius on London’s hugely unpredictable Wannamarchi.club, parent of the ace Broken Britain Cassettes series
‘Moto’ serves cheap thrills with an endearingly wayward appeal, scything their way from spangled arps and streaking F1 engine noise in ‘Nitro’ to ripe trance-trap tics in ‘4Loko’ and neurotic, revving dubstep deconstruction in ‘Stretched Out, Almost There’, via manic, cartoonish cut-up ‘I Don’t’, and the epic move trailer collage styles of ‘Velvet High Heels’. It’s not posturing or pretentious, more an anxious expression of data overload in 2022.
“Literally terabytes of bodyspam gush from my cleavered gut contorting and hurling a harsh beige pumping swirl of bile and chunks that blow into a gash of nicely printed paper bagging under my chin like a bib FLY EMIRATES a thin chord of acid dribble stringing from my lip. Mate. It’s a cold tight cold feeling with a clingy close bubble of hugging close silvery shiver effect that sticks around my ribs, up the spine etc etc and you can’t expect me to sit around on the runway like some lemon I’ve got disposable income, looking down I find a freshly lost brown leather wallet and rifle through it, a stack of nearly complete loyalty cards Pret, Nero, Itsu and many more as well as a Monzo card, i press the service buzzer and order a Heineken.”