Juan Atkins returns to Cybotron after rebooting the pioneering electro project last year, and comes correct with two more slinky sci-fi projections, bringing Laurens von Oswald into the fold once more to speculate on Roswell, Spaceship Earth and the creation of the TR-808. Peakest Detroit shit - RIYL Drexciya, Aux 88, Elektroids.
There's a full storyline behind this one that, according to DeForrest Brown, Jr. (aka Speaker Music) who handles the text, "raises many questions about military science of the near-future and the possibility of other worlds." It makes sense - when Cybotron re-emerged last fall with 'Maintain the Golden Ratio', the expected Afro-futurist narrative was negligible. 'Parallel Shift' fully immerses us in Atkins' vivid imagery, with his robotic words guiding us from 2100 back to the 1960s, where a "mysterious black dodecagonal disc known as Fortec" is discovered at Roswell, and ends up inspiring Roland founder Ikutaro Kakehashi's design for the TR-808.
We merge in melodies that forever last in this astral sea where spirits are free Atkins deadpans as neon-bathed synths flicker into taut, chromium-plated thuds on 'Earth'. As always, it's Atkins' well-oiled swing that keeps it twitching; his theory helps illustrate the landscape, but those unmistakable analog vamps, arranged into shuffled, nervy rhythmic clusters, provide us with the essential groove. And the title track might be even stronger, a stargazing coruscation of buoyant electronics, upper-register whirrs and canny, cryptic utterances. Like James Stinson's best gear, it reactivates the matrix between psychedelic funk, early techno and desolate soul - recommended!
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Juan Atkins returns to Cybotron after rebooting the pioneering electro project last year, and comes correct with two more slinky sci-fi projections, bringing Laurens von Oswald into the fold once more to speculate on Roswell, Spaceship Earth and the creation of the TR-808. Peakest Detroit shit - RIYL Drexciya, Aux 88, Elektroids.
There's a full storyline behind this one that, according to DeForrest Brown, Jr. (aka Speaker Music) who handles the text, "raises many questions about military science of the near-future and the possibility of other worlds." It makes sense - when Cybotron re-emerged last fall with 'Maintain the Golden Ratio', the expected Afro-futurist narrative was negligible. 'Parallel Shift' fully immerses us in Atkins' vivid imagery, with his robotic words guiding us from 2100 back to the 1960s, where a "mysterious black dodecagonal disc known as Fortec" is discovered at Roswell, and ends up inspiring Roland founder Ikutaro Kakehashi's design for the TR-808.
We merge in melodies that forever last in this astral sea where spirits are free Atkins deadpans as neon-bathed synths flicker into taut, chromium-plated thuds on 'Earth'. As always, it's Atkins' well-oiled swing that keeps it twitching; his theory helps illustrate the landscape, but those unmistakable analog vamps, arranged into shuffled, nervy rhythmic clusters, provide us with the essential groove. And the title track might be even stronger, a stargazing coruscation of buoyant electronics, upper-register whirrs and canny, cryptic utterances. Like James Stinson's best gear, it reactivates the matrix between psychedelic funk, early techno and desolate soul - recommended!
Juan Atkins returns to Cybotron after rebooting the pioneering electro project last year, and comes correct with two more slinky sci-fi projections, bringing Laurens von Oswald into the fold once more to speculate on Roswell, Spaceship Earth and the creation of the TR-808. Peakest Detroit shit - RIYL Drexciya, Aux 88, Elektroids.
There's a full storyline behind this one that, according to DeForrest Brown, Jr. (aka Speaker Music) who handles the text, "raises many questions about military science of the near-future and the possibility of other worlds." It makes sense - when Cybotron re-emerged last fall with 'Maintain the Golden Ratio', the expected Afro-futurist narrative was negligible. 'Parallel Shift' fully immerses us in Atkins' vivid imagery, with his robotic words guiding us from 2100 back to the 1960s, where a "mysterious black dodecagonal disc known as Fortec" is discovered at Roswell, and ends up inspiring Roland founder Ikutaro Kakehashi's design for the TR-808.
We merge in melodies that forever last in this astral sea where spirits are free Atkins deadpans as neon-bathed synths flicker into taut, chromium-plated thuds on 'Earth'. As always, it's Atkins' well-oiled swing that keeps it twitching; his theory helps illustrate the landscape, but those unmistakable analog vamps, arranged into shuffled, nervy rhythmic clusters, provide us with the essential groove. And the title track might be even stronger, a stargazing coruscation of buoyant electronics, upper-register whirrs and canny, cryptic utterances. Like James Stinson's best gear, it reactivates the matrix between psychedelic funk, early techno and desolate soul - recommended!
Juan Atkins returns to Cybotron after rebooting the pioneering electro project last year, and comes correct with two more slinky sci-fi projections, bringing Laurens von Oswald into the fold once more to speculate on Roswell, Spaceship Earth and the creation of the TR-808. Peakest Detroit shit - RIYL Drexciya, Aux 88, Elektroids.
There's a full storyline behind this one that, according to DeForrest Brown, Jr. (aka Speaker Music) who handles the text, "raises many questions about military science of the near-future and the possibility of other worlds." It makes sense - when Cybotron re-emerged last fall with 'Maintain the Golden Ratio', the expected Afro-futurist narrative was negligible. 'Parallel Shift' fully immerses us in Atkins' vivid imagery, with his robotic words guiding us from 2100 back to the 1960s, where a "mysterious black dodecagonal disc known as Fortec" is discovered at Roswell, and ends up inspiring Roland founder Ikutaro Kakehashi's design for the TR-808.
We merge in melodies that forever last in this astral sea where spirits are free Atkins deadpans as neon-bathed synths flicker into taut, chromium-plated thuds on 'Earth'. As always, it's Atkins' well-oiled swing that keeps it twitching; his theory helps illustrate the landscape, but those unmistakable analog vamps, arranged into shuffled, nervy rhythmic clusters, provide us with the essential groove. And the title track might be even stronger, a stargazing coruscation of buoyant electronics, upper-register whirrs and canny, cryptic utterances. Like James Stinson's best gear, it reactivates the matrix between psychedelic funk, early techno and desolate soul - recommended!
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Juan Atkins returns to Cybotron after rebooting the pioneering electro project last year, and comes correct with two more slinky sci-fi projections, bringing Laurens von Oswald into the fold once more to speculate on Roswell, Spaceship Earth and the creation of the TR-808. Peakest Detroit shit - RIYL Drexciya, Aux 88, Elektroids.
There's a full storyline behind this one that, according to DeForrest Brown, Jr. (aka Speaker Music) who handles the text, "raises many questions about military science of the near-future and the possibility of other worlds." It makes sense - when Cybotron re-emerged last fall with 'Maintain the Golden Ratio', the expected Afro-futurist narrative was negligible. 'Parallel Shift' fully immerses us in Atkins' vivid imagery, with his robotic words guiding us from 2100 back to the 1960s, where a "mysterious black dodecagonal disc known as Fortec" is discovered at Roswell, and ends up inspiring Roland founder Ikutaro Kakehashi's design for the TR-808.
We merge in melodies that forever last in this astral sea where spirits are free Atkins deadpans as neon-bathed synths flicker into taut, chromium-plated thuds on 'Earth'. As always, it's Atkins' well-oiled swing that keeps it twitching; his theory helps illustrate the landscape, but those unmistakable analog vamps, arranged into shuffled, nervy rhythmic clusters, provide us with the essential groove. And the title track might be even stronger, a stargazing coruscation of buoyant electronics, upper-register whirrs and canny, cryptic utterances. Like James Stinson's best gear, it reactivates the matrix between psychedelic funk, early techno and desolate soul - recommended!