blawans new side project bored young adults is up next on will bankheads label the trilogy tapes. the shy dancers on bungalowdorf beach features some restrained and slow burning techno experiments that differ from jamie roberts more usual hard-hitting sounds. the seething title track treads the same path as kassem mosse or vactrol park. the fentanyl techno of but we need this bench sounds like an old regis record played on 8, while devoted fans of the young uk producers sound will get something a bit more familiar on the menacing hypnotic techno grinder check up from the neck up.
samo lived in hong kong for a bit. he rescued a dog and brought him back to stockholm. he skates but that’s not him on the front. he put together one of the best very records on lies but this four-tracker kills it dead. ben ufo’s been rinsing it. the dog’s name is denzil.
blawan’s new side project bored young adults is up next on will bankhead’s label the trilogy tapes. the shy dancers on bungalowdorf beach features some restrained and slow burning techno experiments that differ from jamie robert’s more usual hard-hitting sounds. the seething title track treads the same path as kassem mosse or vactrol park. the fentanyl techno of “but we need this bench” sounds like an old regis record played on -8, while devoted fans of the young uk producer’s sound will get something a bit more familiar on the menacing hypnotic techno grinder “check up from the neck up”.
terrific record! eight charged, intimate meditations by julie normal and olivier demeaux, playing a rickety ondes martenot and an old church harmonium. gripping, detailed, stately improvisation — a bit like the ùrlars in classical bagpipe music — which nervily mixes the sternly doom-laden with precarious, other-worldly wonderment. (the ondes martenot is an amazing twentieth-century instrument — beloved by messiaen, for example, and varese. the theme-song of star trek is a vocal forgery of its sound. ‘j’aime cette fragilité qui côtoie la capacité de te décoller le tympan sur certaines fréquences inopinément,’ says julie. ‘je tiens une bombe dans les mains. j’aime son instabilité, son humanité.’) wood, breath, blood, eggshells… on the night of a purple moon. very warmly recommended.
the ny duo land on ttt with four chapters of toxic, virus-ridden techno-house amalgamations for the bravest of heart. taking the boundaries of the genre to their very limit and further - another instalment of wacked-out electronics from the london institution
step forward andré abel and joana da conceição, the portuguese duo behind the long-running experimental act tropa macaca who had a brush with the alt-mainstream a few years ago in the shape of the ectoplasma single for daniel lopatin’s software label. seemingly absent since their 2013 lp, praga de urubu só pega em cavalo magro, abel and da conceição have been coaxed into appearing on the trilogy tapes. given the tone of vida, it should come as no surprise that tropa macaca are also set to perform at the upcoming meakusma festival
following the announcement that they’ve collaborated with perma-masked zomby on his upcoming lp for hyperdub, behooded hardware manglers rezzett return to home soil for their latest, and perhaps best so far, 12″,,, for the trilogy tapes. with a very defined, redlining approach to techno and hardcore tropes established across their prior output on will bankhead’s label, the duo demonstrate there is still plenty of scope for invention on doyce. in essence you get two versions of the same track either side of this 12 inch.
rezzett are arguably one of the trilogy tapes goto acts. the london duo has previously released a trio of impressive, off-kilter eps of fuzzy house and techno jams for will bankheads much-loved imprint. happily, zik zak is every bit as essential as their previous material, expertly blurring the boundaries between techno, experimental electronics, and distorted hardcore. while the drowsy-but-sweaty hey hugo all sampled vocal yelps, sweeping chords and clattering percussion is probably the most obviously ear-catching of the four cuts, theres plenty to get excited about elsewhere. check, for example, the intricate electronics and eyes-closed loveliness of the title track, and the fluid melodiousness of opener afyon or, for that matter, the comforting bliss of ep closer noklue.
under his chemotex alias, marcos cabral has been one of the trilogy tapes most productive artists in recent times. this is his third 12″,,, for will bankhead’s imprint in less than 12 months. unlike cabral’s recent album for l.i.e.s, which reveled in its’ own distorted, balls-out intensity, thulsa strives to get a balance between becalmed techno hypnotism, skuzzy grooves and gently melodious intent. this blend is perhaps most satisfyingly mixed on the industrial-tinged clank of “delta city-, though the woozier, scuffled late night warmth of “music for security” pushes it close. twice he heads towards deeper territory, first on the title track’s trance-inducing synthesizer loop groove, and secondly on the dubby, locked-in tech-house majesty of “lorentz-.
nice price deal !!! coruscating cut-ups yanked still dripping and yowling from the belly of the beast. dazzling and invigorating, scary and discombobulating. ‘psychic driving was a psychiatric procedure in which patients were subjected to a continuously repeated audio message on a looped tape, in order to alter their behaviour… often hundreds of thousands of repetitions of a single statement over the course of their treatment. they were also concurrently administered muscular paralytic drugs such as curare… the psychic driving procedure was a chronological precursor to cameron’s depatterning, involving massive doses of ect combined with similarly large doses of psychedelic drugs like lsd. the intent was to break down the subject’s personality — theoretically psychic driving could then be used with some efficacy in establishing a new personality’ (hanson records).
the californian has a cccp and a couple of the very best lies, but this stomping, grisly, suspenseful, four-track assassinator tops the lot. you get plenty more prep and purpose, and a load more killing.