The Three Hands of Doom
Heavily percussive worldbuilding from Shackleton, Scotch Rolex and Omutaba aka Three Hands of Doom, invoking new rhythmic traditions on an enchanted debut album for Nyege Nyege Tapes, twisting galvanic drums into psychedelic, dubby and mind-bending tapestries, peak gear if you're into anything from African Head Charge to Mark Ernestus' Ndagga Rhythm Force.
Leading on from Shackleton and Scotch Rolex’s maiden merger ‘Death by Tickling’ last year, the duo pull in the dextrous limbs of Omutaba - known from his work with STILL, Metal Preyers and HHY & The Kampala Unit - for a dervishing session of psychoactive polyrhythms as Three Hands of Doom. Shackleton’s hand on the tiller is patently evident but, as with all his recent works, he proves a mutable partner porous to the shared spirits of his collaborators, demonstrated through four swingeing sections defined by their joint ability to diffract the flow between rolling and irregular grooves.
‘Ring Dirt’ opens the LP with a limber display of monotone strings and suspenseful synths that calls to mind Can sent economy class to the equator for ritual teachings. Enlightened, they proceed thru the lush, whorling metric calculations of ‘Insect Vibration’, layering shivering incantations and worm-charming subs with a frisson of field recordings. At this point fully attuned to each other, Omutaba’s drumming is felt most powerfully meshed into the 10 minute matrix of rug-pulling and thunderous detonations to ‘Burnt Earth’, before they all buckle into the outright dread of the standout title tune that appears to follow rhythms from the Congo thru West Africa, to Haiti, via Japan and Berlin, and back to Kampala...
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Heavily percussive worldbuilding from Shackleton, Scotch Rolex and Omutaba aka Three Hands of Doom, invoking new rhythmic traditions on an enchanted debut album for Nyege Nyege Tapes, twisting galvanic drums into psychedelic, dubby and mind-bending tapestries, peak gear if you're into anything from African Head Charge to Mark Ernestus' Ndagga Rhythm Force.
Leading on from Shackleton and Scotch Rolex’s maiden merger ‘Death by Tickling’ last year, the duo pull in the dextrous limbs of Omutaba - known from his work with STILL, Metal Preyers and HHY & The Kampala Unit - for a dervishing session of psychoactive polyrhythms as Three Hands of Doom. Shackleton’s hand on the tiller is patently evident but, as with all his recent works, he proves a mutable partner porous to the shared spirits of his collaborators, demonstrated through four swingeing sections defined by their joint ability to diffract the flow between rolling and irregular grooves.
‘Ring Dirt’ opens the LP with a limber display of monotone strings and suspenseful synths that calls to mind Can sent economy class to the equator for ritual teachings. Enlightened, they proceed thru the lush, whorling metric calculations of ‘Insect Vibration’, layering shivering incantations and worm-charming subs with a frisson of field recordings. At this point fully attuned to each other, Omutaba’s drumming is felt most powerfully meshed into the 10 minute matrix of rug-pulling and thunderous detonations to ‘Burnt Earth’, before they all buckle into the outright dread of the standout title tune that appears to follow rhythms from the Congo thru West Africa, to Haiti, via Japan and Berlin, and back to Kampala...
Heavily percussive worldbuilding from Shackleton, Scotch Rolex and Omutaba aka Three Hands of Doom, invoking new rhythmic traditions on an enchanted debut album for Nyege Nyege Tapes, twisting galvanic drums into psychedelic, dubby and mind-bending tapestries, peak gear if you're into anything from African Head Charge to Mark Ernestus' Ndagga Rhythm Force.
Leading on from Shackleton and Scotch Rolex’s maiden merger ‘Death by Tickling’ last year, the duo pull in the dextrous limbs of Omutaba - known from his work with STILL, Metal Preyers and HHY & The Kampala Unit - for a dervishing session of psychoactive polyrhythms as Three Hands of Doom. Shackleton’s hand on the tiller is patently evident but, as with all his recent works, he proves a mutable partner porous to the shared spirits of his collaborators, demonstrated through four swingeing sections defined by their joint ability to diffract the flow between rolling and irregular grooves.
‘Ring Dirt’ opens the LP with a limber display of monotone strings and suspenseful synths that calls to mind Can sent economy class to the equator for ritual teachings. Enlightened, they proceed thru the lush, whorling metric calculations of ‘Insect Vibration’, layering shivering incantations and worm-charming subs with a frisson of field recordings. At this point fully attuned to each other, Omutaba’s drumming is felt most powerfully meshed into the 10 minute matrix of rug-pulling and thunderous detonations to ‘Burnt Earth’, before they all buckle into the outright dread of the standout title tune that appears to follow rhythms from the Congo thru West Africa, to Haiti, via Japan and Berlin, and back to Kampala...
Heavily percussive worldbuilding from Shackleton, Scotch Rolex and Omutaba aka Three Hands of Doom, invoking new rhythmic traditions on an enchanted debut album for Nyege Nyege Tapes, twisting galvanic drums into psychedelic, dubby and mind-bending tapestries, peak gear if you're into anything from African Head Charge to Mark Ernestus' Ndagga Rhythm Force.
Leading on from Shackleton and Scotch Rolex’s maiden merger ‘Death by Tickling’ last year, the duo pull in the dextrous limbs of Omutaba - known from his work with STILL, Metal Preyers and HHY & The Kampala Unit - for a dervishing session of psychoactive polyrhythms as Three Hands of Doom. Shackleton’s hand on the tiller is patently evident but, as with all his recent works, he proves a mutable partner porous to the shared spirits of his collaborators, demonstrated through four swingeing sections defined by their joint ability to diffract the flow between rolling and irregular grooves.
‘Ring Dirt’ opens the LP with a limber display of monotone strings and suspenseful synths that calls to mind Can sent economy class to the equator for ritual teachings. Enlightened, they proceed thru the lush, whorling metric calculations of ‘Insect Vibration’, layering shivering incantations and worm-charming subs with a frisson of field recordings. At this point fully attuned to each other, Omutaba’s drumming is felt most powerfully meshed into the 10 minute matrix of rug-pulling and thunderous detonations to ‘Burnt Earth’, before they all buckle into the outright dread of the standout title tune that appears to follow rhythms from the Congo thru West Africa, to Haiti, via Japan and Berlin, and back to Kampala...
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Heavily percussive worldbuilding from Shackleton, Scotch Rolex and Omutaba aka Three Hands of Doom, invoking new rhythmic traditions on an enchanted debut album for Nyege Nyege Tapes, twisting galvanic drums into psychedelic, dubby and mind-bending tapestries, peak gear if you're into anything from African Head Charge to Mark Ernestus' Ndagga Rhythm Force.
Leading on from Shackleton and Scotch Rolex’s maiden merger ‘Death by Tickling’ last year, the duo pull in the dextrous limbs of Omutaba - known from his work with STILL, Metal Preyers and HHY & The Kampala Unit - for a dervishing session of psychoactive polyrhythms as Three Hands of Doom. Shackleton’s hand on the tiller is patently evident but, as with all his recent works, he proves a mutable partner porous to the shared spirits of his collaborators, demonstrated through four swingeing sections defined by their joint ability to diffract the flow between rolling and irregular grooves.
‘Ring Dirt’ opens the LP with a limber display of monotone strings and suspenseful synths that calls to mind Can sent economy class to the equator for ritual teachings. Enlightened, they proceed thru the lush, whorling metric calculations of ‘Insect Vibration’, layering shivering incantations and worm-charming subs with a frisson of field recordings. At this point fully attuned to each other, Omutaba’s drumming is felt most powerfully meshed into the 10 minute matrix of rug-pulling and thunderous detonations to ‘Burnt Earth’, before they all buckle into the outright dread of the standout title tune that appears to follow rhythms from the Congo thru West Africa, to Haiti, via Japan and Berlin, and back to Kampala...