On a striking 1st new album in 5 years, after helping critically define the 2010s avant-club sound, M.E.S.H. metamorphoses into Hesaitix mode with elaborate, expansive refinements of his brooding electronics and rhythm programming intricacies for PAN - RIYL LP5-era Æ, Kaman Leung, Monolake, King Midas Sound, Heith
Taking the title of his 2017 album ‘Hesaitix’ as moniker for a new phase of music, on ’Notion Airgap’ James Whipple chases a more elusive dragon of sound design in arrangements on the cusp of stark downbeat industrial, ambient, and avant chamber doom. With club music in the rearview, Hesaitix navigates a more solitary space personalised with illusive electroacoustic nuance and puckered to fine wrought, pendulous rhythms heavy on the downstroke. Mostly instrumental, a narrative logic nevertheless emerges from the album’s purposefully slow pacing and uncanny, psychoacoustic levels of spatial proprioception as it unfolds its function and subtle emotive shifts thru a dozen parts. Anyone previously snagged on the sound sensitive hyperrealism and urgent physicality of his previous M.E.S.H. productions will be in their element with his transition into more sensuous, post-club interzones of the imagination.
The spectres of late ‘90s and early-mid ’00s trip hjop and electronica riddle a tumescent body of new works here, all headily defined by squashed yet vaporous compressions and more firmly secreted than ever within a discrete, world-building style. Toes barely touch the floor on the sensurreal atmospheric physics of opener ‘Cusp of Unknowing’, establishing parameters which Hesaitix toggles between the brushed aluminium blade feathers of his drums and piquant metallic synth flashes of ‘Taurian Shade’, thru the pensile slosh of ‘Hypersea’ and sleekly toned cyber-noir swoon of curtain closer ‘Gezaiten.’ His rugged bite and buckle on ‘Geflatnet’ bares snaggled vestiges of the M.E.S.H. sound at a yoked back momentum that keeps everything in check, moderating the neck snap meter of a Spectre-esque ‘Volunteer’, thru the mercurial compressions of ‘Wallet / Face’, and panel-beaten shudder of his title tune, to a standout cut of writhing beatdown house suss on ’Subdermal’, the album’s sole club-ready cut.
Best positioned for headphone absorption, Whipple’s newly chiselled Hesaitix sound really comes into its own within the sci-fi cinematic aspects that glide and loop between a sumptuous ‘Santarosae’ recalling Plaid via certain elements of C93 that also feed into the cyber-folk adjacent chamber poise of ‘Black Line’, where drums are vanquished in favour of revelling in texture, space, to degrees he only hinted at before.
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On a striking 1st new album in 5 years, after helping critically define the 2010s avant-club sound, M.E.S.H. metamorphoses into Hesaitix mode with elaborate, expansive refinements of his brooding electronics and rhythm programming intricacies for PAN - RIYL LP5-era Æ, Kaman Leung, Monolake, King Midas Sound, Heith
Taking the title of his 2017 album ‘Hesaitix’ as moniker for a new phase of music, on ’Notion Airgap’ James Whipple chases a more elusive dragon of sound design in arrangements on the cusp of stark downbeat industrial, ambient, and avant chamber doom. With club music in the rearview, Hesaitix navigates a more solitary space personalised with illusive electroacoustic nuance and puckered to fine wrought, pendulous rhythms heavy on the downstroke. Mostly instrumental, a narrative logic nevertheless emerges from the album’s purposefully slow pacing and uncanny, psychoacoustic levels of spatial proprioception as it unfolds its function and subtle emotive shifts thru a dozen parts. Anyone previously snagged on the sound sensitive hyperrealism and urgent physicality of his previous M.E.S.H. productions will be in their element with his transition into more sensuous, post-club interzones of the imagination.
The spectres of late ‘90s and early-mid ’00s trip hjop and electronica riddle a tumescent body of new works here, all headily defined by squashed yet vaporous compressions and more firmly secreted than ever within a discrete, world-building style. Toes barely touch the floor on the sensurreal atmospheric physics of opener ‘Cusp of Unknowing’, establishing parameters which Hesaitix toggles between the brushed aluminium blade feathers of his drums and piquant metallic synth flashes of ‘Taurian Shade’, thru the pensile slosh of ‘Hypersea’ and sleekly toned cyber-noir swoon of curtain closer ‘Gezaiten.’ His rugged bite and buckle on ‘Geflatnet’ bares snaggled vestiges of the M.E.S.H. sound at a yoked back momentum that keeps everything in check, moderating the neck snap meter of a Spectre-esque ‘Volunteer’, thru the mercurial compressions of ‘Wallet / Face’, and panel-beaten shudder of his title tune, to a standout cut of writhing beatdown house suss on ’Subdermal’, the album’s sole club-ready cut.
Best positioned for headphone absorption, Whipple’s newly chiselled Hesaitix sound really comes into its own within the sci-fi cinematic aspects that glide and loop between a sumptuous ‘Santarosae’ recalling Plaid via certain elements of C93 that also feed into the cyber-folk adjacent chamber poise of ‘Black Line’, where drums are vanquished in favour of revelling in texture, space, to degrees he only hinted at before.
On a striking 1st new album in 5 years, after helping critically define the 2010s avant-club sound, M.E.S.H. metamorphoses into Hesaitix mode with elaborate, expansive refinements of his brooding electronics and rhythm programming intricacies for PAN - RIYL LP5-era Æ, Kaman Leung, Monolake, King Midas Sound, Heith
Taking the title of his 2017 album ‘Hesaitix’ as moniker for a new phase of music, on ’Notion Airgap’ James Whipple chases a more elusive dragon of sound design in arrangements on the cusp of stark downbeat industrial, ambient, and avant chamber doom. With club music in the rearview, Hesaitix navigates a more solitary space personalised with illusive electroacoustic nuance and puckered to fine wrought, pendulous rhythms heavy on the downstroke. Mostly instrumental, a narrative logic nevertheless emerges from the album’s purposefully slow pacing and uncanny, psychoacoustic levels of spatial proprioception as it unfolds its function and subtle emotive shifts thru a dozen parts. Anyone previously snagged on the sound sensitive hyperrealism and urgent physicality of his previous M.E.S.H. productions will be in their element with his transition into more sensuous, post-club interzones of the imagination.
The spectres of late ‘90s and early-mid ’00s trip hjop and electronica riddle a tumescent body of new works here, all headily defined by squashed yet vaporous compressions and more firmly secreted than ever within a discrete, world-building style. Toes barely touch the floor on the sensurreal atmospheric physics of opener ‘Cusp of Unknowing’, establishing parameters which Hesaitix toggles between the brushed aluminium blade feathers of his drums and piquant metallic synth flashes of ‘Taurian Shade’, thru the pensile slosh of ‘Hypersea’ and sleekly toned cyber-noir swoon of curtain closer ‘Gezaiten.’ His rugged bite and buckle on ‘Geflatnet’ bares snaggled vestiges of the M.E.S.H. sound at a yoked back momentum that keeps everything in check, moderating the neck snap meter of a Spectre-esque ‘Volunteer’, thru the mercurial compressions of ‘Wallet / Face’, and panel-beaten shudder of his title tune, to a standout cut of writhing beatdown house suss on ’Subdermal’, the album’s sole club-ready cut.
Best positioned for headphone absorption, Whipple’s newly chiselled Hesaitix sound really comes into its own within the sci-fi cinematic aspects that glide and loop between a sumptuous ‘Santarosae’ recalling Plaid via certain elements of C93 that also feed into the cyber-folk adjacent chamber poise of ‘Black Line’, where drums are vanquished in favour of revelling in texture, space, to degrees he only hinted at before.
On a striking 1st new album in 5 years, after helping critically define the 2010s avant-club sound, M.E.S.H. metamorphoses into Hesaitix mode with elaborate, expansive refinements of his brooding electronics and rhythm programming intricacies for PAN - RIYL LP5-era Æ, Kaman Leung, Monolake, King Midas Sound, Heith
Taking the title of his 2017 album ‘Hesaitix’ as moniker for a new phase of music, on ’Notion Airgap’ James Whipple chases a more elusive dragon of sound design in arrangements on the cusp of stark downbeat industrial, ambient, and avant chamber doom. With club music in the rearview, Hesaitix navigates a more solitary space personalised with illusive electroacoustic nuance and puckered to fine wrought, pendulous rhythms heavy on the downstroke. Mostly instrumental, a narrative logic nevertheless emerges from the album’s purposefully slow pacing and uncanny, psychoacoustic levels of spatial proprioception as it unfolds its function and subtle emotive shifts thru a dozen parts. Anyone previously snagged on the sound sensitive hyperrealism and urgent physicality of his previous M.E.S.H. productions will be in their element with his transition into more sensuous, post-club interzones of the imagination.
The spectres of late ‘90s and early-mid ’00s trip hjop and electronica riddle a tumescent body of new works here, all headily defined by squashed yet vaporous compressions and more firmly secreted than ever within a discrete, world-building style. Toes barely touch the floor on the sensurreal atmospheric physics of opener ‘Cusp of Unknowing’, establishing parameters which Hesaitix toggles between the brushed aluminium blade feathers of his drums and piquant metallic synth flashes of ‘Taurian Shade’, thru the pensile slosh of ‘Hypersea’ and sleekly toned cyber-noir swoon of curtain closer ‘Gezaiten.’ His rugged bite and buckle on ‘Geflatnet’ bares snaggled vestiges of the M.E.S.H. sound at a yoked back momentum that keeps everything in check, moderating the neck snap meter of a Spectre-esque ‘Volunteer’, thru the mercurial compressions of ‘Wallet / Face’, and panel-beaten shudder of his title tune, to a standout cut of writhing beatdown house suss on ’Subdermal’, the album’s sole club-ready cut.
Best positioned for headphone absorption, Whipple’s newly chiselled Hesaitix sound really comes into its own within the sci-fi cinematic aspects that glide and loop between a sumptuous ‘Santarosae’ recalling Plaid via certain elements of C93 that also feed into the cyber-folk adjacent chamber poise of ‘Black Line’, where drums are vanquished in favour of revelling in texture, space, to degrees he only hinted at before.