Austrian drummer-producer Leonard Prochazka (aka Geier aus Stahl) mints his Archetype moniker with a dimly lit set of industrialised illbient experiments - peak biz if yr into DJ Spooky, Raz Mesinai, Barry Adamson or Bill Laswell.
Illbient never really got a fair run - maligned at the time, it was actually pretty forward thinking, pre-empting a future where genres as far flung as hip-hop, noise and ambient would coalesce into something new, relentlessly exploratory. Prochazka looks back with fondness on 'The Ick', an album that attempts to reconcile the polarisation of the age of information with the tentative hope of the past. The Vienna-based artist clearly knows his stuff - there's a keen attention to detail displayed on 'Mental Is True' that filters down to the unsettling plasticky synths and canny rave stabs, never mind the dusty, dub-soused drums and snotty, post-punk inspired cries.
And it's not all bottled smoke and oily reflecting pools either: the title track is a low-slung, pained ballad, with a hoarse vocal performance that Prochazka shrouds in vague drums, ghost echoes and barely-plucked bass. On 'Illusions', he sounds as crepuscular as Barry Adamson, winding jazzy horns around garbled voices and tough acoustic drums, and 'Trickster' speeds things up somewhat, trapping gravelly rasps in a net of cheapo synths and punky guitars.
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Austrian drummer-producer Leonard Prochazka (aka Geier aus Stahl) mints his Archetype moniker with a dimly lit set of industrialised illbient experiments - peak biz if yr into DJ Spooky, Raz Mesinai, Barry Adamson or Bill Laswell.
Illbient never really got a fair run - maligned at the time, it was actually pretty forward thinking, pre-empting a future where genres as far flung as hip-hop, noise and ambient would coalesce into something new, relentlessly exploratory. Prochazka looks back with fondness on 'The Ick', an album that attempts to reconcile the polarisation of the age of information with the tentative hope of the past. The Vienna-based artist clearly knows his stuff - there's a keen attention to detail displayed on 'Mental Is True' that filters down to the unsettling plasticky synths and canny rave stabs, never mind the dusty, dub-soused drums and snotty, post-punk inspired cries.
And it's not all bottled smoke and oily reflecting pools either: the title track is a low-slung, pained ballad, with a hoarse vocal performance that Prochazka shrouds in vague drums, ghost echoes and barely-plucked bass. On 'Illusions', he sounds as crepuscular as Barry Adamson, winding jazzy horns around garbled voices and tough acoustic drums, and 'Trickster' speeds things up somewhat, trapping gravelly rasps in a net of cheapo synths and punky guitars.
Austrian drummer-producer Leonard Prochazka (aka Geier aus Stahl) mints his Archetype moniker with a dimly lit set of industrialised illbient experiments - peak biz if yr into DJ Spooky, Raz Mesinai, Barry Adamson or Bill Laswell.
Illbient never really got a fair run - maligned at the time, it was actually pretty forward thinking, pre-empting a future where genres as far flung as hip-hop, noise and ambient would coalesce into something new, relentlessly exploratory. Prochazka looks back with fondness on 'The Ick', an album that attempts to reconcile the polarisation of the age of information with the tentative hope of the past. The Vienna-based artist clearly knows his stuff - there's a keen attention to detail displayed on 'Mental Is True' that filters down to the unsettling plasticky synths and canny rave stabs, never mind the dusty, dub-soused drums and snotty, post-punk inspired cries.
And it's not all bottled smoke and oily reflecting pools either: the title track is a low-slung, pained ballad, with a hoarse vocal performance that Prochazka shrouds in vague drums, ghost echoes and barely-plucked bass. On 'Illusions', he sounds as crepuscular as Barry Adamson, winding jazzy horns around garbled voices and tough acoustic drums, and 'Trickster' speeds things up somewhat, trapping gravelly rasps in a net of cheapo synths and punky guitars.
Austrian drummer-producer Leonard Prochazka (aka Geier aus Stahl) mints his Archetype moniker with a dimly lit set of industrialised illbient experiments - peak biz if yr into DJ Spooky, Raz Mesinai, Barry Adamson or Bill Laswell.
Illbient never really got a fair run - maligned at the time, it was actually pretty forward thinking, pre-empting a future where genres as far flung as hip-hop, noise and ambient would coalesce into something new, relentlessly exploratory. Prochazka looks back with fondness on 'The Ick', an album that attempts to reconcile the polarisation of the age of information with the tentative hope of the past. The Vienna-based artist clearly knows his stuff - there's a keen attention to detail displayed on 'Mental Is True' that filters down to the unsettling plasticky synths and canny rave stabs, never mind the dusty, dub-soused drums and snotty, post-punk inspired cries.
And it's not all bottled smoke and oily reflecting pools either: the title track is a low-slung, pained ballad, with a hoarse vocal performance that Prochazka shrouds in vague drums, ghost echoes and barely-plucked bass. On 'Illusions', he sounds as crepuscular as Barry Adamson, winding jazzy horns around garbled voices and tough acoustic drums, and 'Trickster' speeds things up somewhat, trapping gravelly rasps in a net of cheapo synths and punky guitars.
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Austrian drummer-producer Leonard Prochazka (aka Geier aus Stahl) mints his Archetype moniker with a dimly lit set of industrialised illbient experiments - peak biz if yr into DJ Spooky, Raz Mesinai, Barry Adamson or Bill Laswell.
Illbient never really got a fair run - maligned at the time, it was actually pretty forward thinking, pre-empting a future where genres as far flung as hip-hop, noise and ambient would coalesce into something new, relentlessly exploratory. Prochazka looks back with fondness on 'The Ick', an album that attempts to reconcile the polarisation of the age of information with the tentative hope of the past. The Vienna-based artist clearly knows his stuff - there's a keen attention to detail displayed on 'Mental Is True' that filters down to the unsettling plasticky synths and canny rave stabs, never mind the dusty, dub-soused drums and snotty, post-punk inspired cries.
And it's not all bottled smoke and oily reflecting pools either: the title track is a low-slung, pained ballad, with a hoarse vocal performance that Prochazka shrouds in vague drums, ghost echoes and barely-plucked bass. On 'Illusions', he sounds as crepuscular as Barry Adamson, winding jazzy horns around garbled voices and tough acoustic drums, and 'Trickster' speeds things up somewhat, trapping gravelly rasps in a net of cheapo synths and punky guitars.