for this release metrist delves into a set of carefully constructed and deeply rhythmic but ear-grabbingly idiosyncratic, mixed fidelity dancefloor-geared oddities. the first three tracks are united, in a fashion, by the artist’s skill at programming a series of drum tracks that set a definite tone for the productions. within a quite partisan field of often microscopic generic variety, largely pinned down to the tempo and timbre of electronic drums, here metrist has pursued a tricky-to-define path. the bounce of new jack swing is twisted amongst stripped back polyrhythms, equal parts groove and glitch seasoned by some futuristic acid filters that create a constantly shifting aura of space and textural nuance around the individual drum hits. quite often arrhythmic interjections punctuate these ‘grooves’, be it the sawing bursts of noise and snarled, incoherent vocals on ‘an soaep’, the non-language and playful, bubbling bass surrounding the half time feel of ‘on golden seize’ that builds to something approximating an industrial take on uk funky or the brash sub-wobbles that intrude ‘pantomimer tongue’s juddering knife-scraping-on-a-balloon stutters. ‘caaacel the horze’ closes the record in a less weighty style, with crunchy arpeggios running on a synth that sounds like it’s picking up interference from a radio channel, as snatches of moaned vocals allude to a deeply ambiguous yet chilling narrative behind the music. thudding kicks intrude on the skittish melody but in a non-rhythmic way reminiscent of someone trying desperately to snatch your attention by banging on the adjacent wall. gauzy melodic textures in the background provide a calming counterpoint to the uneasy qualities of the composition

above machined return after their extra special debut 10- outing (and something of a secret weapon !) just over a year ago here we have another mighty 10- platter featuring a side cut bad runner a nicola bruni rewire featuring luca cacciatore on sax. it s an irresistible mediterranean groove, which is far more dirty cocktails & dark corner deals than it is vest and linen slacks - think don carlos meets the vincent montana orchestra on the flip we re treated to the dazzling slo-mo communication breakdown where twisted tongue takes on a library rarity and transforms it into a balearic masterpiece ! the above machine stamp of quality all over this one - limited 10- release

as the sun rises a little higher in the sky, above machine emerge from their winter hibernation with the first fruits of their impeccably assembled new release schedule. jonny nash takes on jose manuel s summer wind and, much like the superb melody as truth releases he s penned, sets out a widescreen canvas of tone and melody, as piano and vocal punctuate the sonic plain. twisted tongue take on maricopa s recently unveilied we could maybe feat. nicola kramer. and the result sounds like loose ends operating as in-house band at a speakeasy orbiting a distant nebula the b side has seconds another day beautifully reconfigured for sunrise moments by slo, while b2 has an original slo moment bombora which, much like it s namesake is a gentle balearic breaker washing over the sonic reef... bona fide bottled sunshine people - above machine are back !

on their introductory minus ep, click box offers a refreshing return to a bygone era of classic instrumentals, full of experimentation and passion generated by that ongoing love affair between man and machine. berlin shades starts out in a jittery minimal fashion but soon dives much deeper as the tough electro bassline expands and contracts dragging the dancer to and fro. the cascading hook and in-your-face sci-fi synth motif add a sense of tongue-in-cheek drama to a dynamic arrangement that incorporates steep inclines, sharp drops and snaking pathways. as the short staccato bass riff gains momentum and the hook comes round for the second time you just know somethings lying in wait and the boys certainly dont disappoint. lost road is anything but a blind alley, kicking off with some low-slung interplay between a two-note bassline and a whiplash snare that dishes out a serious spanking. hi-hats fizz across the audio spectrum, cleverly pitching up and down before a drunken bass sequence ushers in the main section with its sliding, twisted synth distortions primed for surprise and immediate disorientation. once all the elements are in play, the fun really starts with so many objects of interest competing for attention. the arrangement is pulled and pushed to great effect extracting maximum effect from this tough little unit. more electro flavour to the fore as the loose, broken beat intro and robot sounds of some toys make for some slick moves on the dancefloor. the retro synth riffs and dark spiralling pads conjure up images of some early 80s lab full of computer kids in white coats twiddling knobs on huge mainframe monoliths. the bouncing bass and analogue belches make this a must for all retro-tastic electro-boogie fans. the theme continues over into voxer as rising filtered bass tones playout over another trademark click box drum pattern, this time doused in heavy reverb and delay. an array of analogue bleeps, screams and laser beams keep the motor ticking over.

beautiful, deep floating tunes with constantly shifting emotional sheets of chords, spine-tingling, acidic soundeffects and piercing electro beats that take you back to the early days of breakdancing. attention: potential danger of twisted legs and migrane due to heavy head-nodding.