Proper deadly, heads-down electro-dub-house groovers from Bryn Jones via his key archivists Staalplaat
Techno Arabaqua should have you snagged on the title alone. Stripped to bare bones, meat-motor fundamentals, this one jacks directly into a fine seam of his work for the club, rubbing skeletal drum machine trax with frictional FX to get steppers on toes, rather than blow them over with noise, or get too introspective with the atmosphere.
Although their date of production is uncredited, we’d hazard a guess at roughly very early ‘90s, as they share quite a lot in common with the most serpentine, subby Coil circa ‘Windowpane’ and ‘The Snow’ EP, and a certain body music meets bleeping house sound akin to Wax Trax! or PWOG of the time, but patently built with a bloody-minded, blinkered focus nearly unique to Muslimgauze.
They’re all variations on a stringent theme, subtly shifting permutations of offbeat pulse that paves the way fro so much dancehall techno derivations in procession from the cold, stuttering staccato of A1 thru the undulating subs of A2, and a full sunk, 24’ B-side where he seriously locks in for the duration with dub as method in mesmerising techno context.
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Proper deadly, heads-down electro-dub-house groovers from Bryn Jones via his key archivists Staalplaat
Techno Arabaqua should have you snagged on the title alone. Stripped to bare bones, meat-motor fundamentals, this one jacks directly into a fine seam of his work for the club, rubbing skeletal drum machine trax with frictional FX to get steppers on toes, rather than blow them over with noise, or get too introspective with the atmosphere.
Although their date of production is uncredited, we’d hazard a guess at roughly very early ‘90s, as they share quite a lot in common with the most serpentine, subby Coil circa ‘Windowpane’ and ‘The Snow’ EP, and a certain body music meets bleeping house sound akin to Wax Trax! or PWOG of the time, but patently built with a bloody-minded, blinkered focus nearly unique to Muslimgauze.
They’re all variations on a stringent theme, subtly shifting permutations of offbeat pulse that paves the way fro so much dancehall techno derivations in procession from the cold, stuttering staccato of A1 thru the undulating subs of A2, and a full sunk, 24’ B-side where he seriously locks in for the duration with dub as method in mesmerising techno context.
Proper deadly, heads-down electro-dub-house groovers from Bryn Jones via his key archivists Staalplaat
Techno Arabaqua should have you snagged on the title alone. Stripped to bare bones, meat-motor fundamentals, this one jacks directly into a fine seam of his work for the club, rubbing skeletal drum machine trax with frictional FX to get steppers on toes, rather than blow them over with noise, or get too introspective with the atmosphere.
Although their date of production is uncredited, we’d hazard a guess at roughly very early ‘90s, as they share quite a lot in common with the most serpentine, subby Coil circa ‘Windowpane’ and ‘The Snow’ EP, and a certain body music meets bleeping house sound akin to Wax Trax! or PWOG of the time, but patently built with a bloody-minded, blinkered focus nearly unique to Muslimgauze.
They’re all variations on a stringent theme, subtly shifting permutations of offbeat pulse that paves the way fro so much dancehall techno derivations in procession from the cold, stuttering staccato of A1 thru the undulating subs of A2, and a full sunk, 24’ B-side where he seriously locks in for the duration with dub as method in mesmerising techno context.
Proper deadly, heads-down electro-dub-house groovers from Bryn Jones via his key archivists Staalplaat
Techno Arabaqua should have you snagged on the title alone. Stripped to bare bones, meat-motor fundamentals, this one jacks directly into a fine seam of his work for the club, rubbing skeletal drum machine trax with frictional FX to get steppers on toes, rather than blow them over with noise, or get too introspective with the atmosphere.
Although their date of production is uncredited, we’d hazard a guess at roughly very early ‘90s, as they share quite a lot in common with the most serpentine, subby Coil circa ‘Windowpane’ and ‘The Snow’ EP, and a certain body music meets bleeping house sound akin to Wax Trax! or PWOG of the time, but patently built with a bloody-minded, blinkered focus nearly unique to Muslimgauze.
They’re all variations on a stringent theme, subtly shifting permutations of offbeat pulse that paves the way fro so much dancehall techno derivations in procession from the cold, stuttering staccato of A1 thru the undulating subs of A2, and a full sunk, 24’ B-side where he seriously locks in for the duration with dub as method in mesmerising techno context.