the chasing voices collective returns with another offering of ambitious electronic music from the other side. scold is a forced march through the acid-burned depths of new york citys depravity. sprawling, syncopated patchworks gradually form a vision of asbestos infested warehouse spaces and rusted-out ruins, throbbing with the pulsations of technos transformative promise and wounded sentimentality. combative, brilliant and dynamic new music for and from new rome and beyond.
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chasing voices returns for its 4th installment with an audacious reiteration of the projects uncompromising ethos and technique. >valley of the dry bones< operates on the peripheries of club music and far-sighted rock mutation, death march-disco for the ever-present sunburn of daily scourges and musical apathy. prospering from plentiful sentimentally-tinged stabs and a breathtaking, slow-churning progressive disintegration, >valley of the dry bones< hits intuitively and suddenly, a bent and bruised anthem for problematic times. despair can be celebrated, and celebration can be despairing—if anything the nyc collectives latest bomb seems to stem from a need to revive the cannibalism of a movement that has grown weary of its own cliches, to dissect itself and hopefully come out the other end better and new?? albeit scarred and never quite the same.

dark and deep industrialesque techno.

dark and deep industrialesque techno.