for atrophic societys 10th release, simply titled x, material object has delved into his archives to uncover a previously unreleased co-production with audio injection in the form of cwejack. effectual and triumphant. marching forward with purpose. a treasure. a perfect fit. grindr, material objects other contribution, takes us to the wild edge of sonic exploration and back again. music poised to push us into the abyss with acidic snarls and overwhelming drones, a writhing black sea swallowing everything in its path. married with vohkinnes vestigial structures and device one (risualistic), the theme of the ep takes shape. non-standard music for non-standard people. x marks the spot. get lost, drown, buried deep. go beyond.
release & versand am 29.08.2016 atrophic society regulars echologist and vohkinne are joined by new friends dj spider and material object for the label s first various artists release. kicking things off with his regular sleek touch, echologist delivers our favourite track of his to date in the aptly titled splatter ballistics cop, with trademark large low end and analog squelches aplenty. dj spider follows with a clanking, reverberating behemoth full of dark drones and unsettling background noise entitled necro nebula. material object injects his track wipe out with supercharged urgency, envoking the kind of late night, dark, floor burner we re particularly fond of. finally, vohkinne wraps the ep up with null, heavy and hammering in all the right ways.
DEPARTING COMFORT (P.A.S., ORPH, MATERIAL OBJECT RMXS)
12" Vinyl D02.02.15
with the departing comfort ep, clr artist drumcell has put together a heavyweight remix package for one of the tracks from his debut long-player sleep complex. after receiving raving reviews and massive support in the international scene, the californian dj/producer has invited some of todays most intriguing techno artists to create their own version of his outstanding composition.
deluxe custom sleeve (450 copies), pressing on 180 gram vinyl.
no. proudly presents its second 12 inch release, under catalogue number no. 903. the eps main title *omega point* can be described as a blend of stripped down techno/acid and deep ambient textures, and provides full dancefloor functionality while remaining in a sphere of its own. on the flipside, material object is on remix duty providing a psychedelic wave of synthesiser and machine madness which completes the overall image of this production and makes it another true no. gem.
in their most furious release to date, blank code presents the strumpet ep. kicking off with the distorted dirty stomp of the original mix, drumcell and material object let loose this dark gem that thunders forth the forgotten language of noise. crowned with explosive hi hats, strumpet seems to tear through any speaker it touches.
perc trax is proud to unveil its first new artist of 2009. andre ruello aka material object is originally from australia and has now settled in europe to push his producing as far as it will go. his sound is a dense, grooving brand of techno a world away from the hollow cookie-cutter mnml currently clogging up most of europe. his tracks evolve and morph as waves of effects and synths wash over the listener, all riding upon tough jerking grooves that nod to classic speedy j, luke slater and adam beyer.
on limited edition compact disc. generated instinctively in the moment from resampled chunks of previous output sandwiched between unheard waveforms from a distant future whilst underwritten by voltage controlled rumblings from actual synthesisers than can be seen and touched and wrecked by roadies. traversing known knowns and unknown knowns from drone to drone. harvesting new and slightly less new artefacts of the digitaux variety and crash landing in the ghetto of the lysergic jungles visited by g@ng5tas of yesteryear, all for your personal enjoyment. performed live at the red rattler in sydney, australia on the 16th of april 2017 for the strange signals / house of mince crews, the performance is slightly more than just the insane ejaculations of an unhinged mind, but a true insight into one of the internets least popular twitter accounts.
on limited edition compact disc. material object returns with part ii of his artefacts digitaux project. picking up the baton where he left it at the conclusion of 2015s debut, taking derelict waveforms from a myriad of forgotten sources and processing them exclusively in the digital realm, again, once more and then reprocessing them for good measure. the resulting output has been pushed into a sonically unique place, then arranged into six movements spanning the width of emotional landscapes from harsh atonal noise to love addled euphoria all in the context of electronic ambient six artefacts from the artists mind to your speakers, the 23rd audio adventure on the no. label.
NO.1 (MIXED BY MATERIAL OBJECT, EDITS B) (CD DIGIPACK)
all titles have been edited and overdubbed and therefore differ from their original versions. track 1, previously unreleased. overdubs and mix by material object. overdubs, editing and mastering by atom tm. no., founded in 2014 by atom tm & material object, are celebrating their first year of existence with no. i
Atom TM - No. I
Atom TM & Jacek Sienkiewicz - Zero Time Collapsing
folamour has worked under a number of different aliases and makes poetic music. as a dj he has lit up dance floors all over france, and he also runs the fhuo records label. this new nine track lp is the start of a busy year that promises more music on church and defected, all after some fine outings on labels like fauxpas music and all city records. the excellent album is an ode to his love of japanese culture and mixes up beats and house samples, disco swing and future jazz in ways that work both in the club and your living room. the warm and musical night of desirable objects kicks things off with loose jazz chords, shuffling beats and welcoming moods that come from smart vocal samples. its a brilliantly heartfelt opener that makes way for the slowed down grooves of yall right. trumpets, live drums and gorgeous chords all exude genuine soul and funk, and petit prince du macadam is an exquisite hip hop beat that echoes the great dilla. elsewhere, ivoire is a big, afro-tinged cut with bouncy drums and vocals as well as party-starting percussion. look at me or i ll steal your eyes then pulls back to perfect loops of funky guitar, trilling chords and organic drum work. like much of the music here, the loveably rough style of moodymann is a big presence in this one. french filter styles characterise the sunny disco influenced grooves of devoted to u, oyabun is a blissed out bit of romantic house, kickflipin that stuff is another gorgeous hip hop interlude weighed down by hot soul and jah love is a masterfully melodic piece with splashes of cymbal, brilliant key playing and jazz drums that find their way into your heart. this is a fine artistic statement that comes ahead of tour dates and festivals at clubs all over europe. as such, it is rightly sure to propel folamour to the next level.
droid recordings has always focused on presenting domestic talent. the latest eps contributors are no exception. kyle geiger of drumcode fame teams up with longtime collaborator and friend bobby dowell. they both reside in the technos simmering hotbed, the american midwest. they are among north americas chosen few still representing techno in the place where they were raised and influenced rather then adding themselves to the over-saturated european scene.
mexican techno veteran luis flores makes his debut appearance on the droid recordings label with dain brammage. as both an artist andmusical catalyst, luis has shared many ideals with the members of droid. after many years of pushing progressive concepts that are both innovative and non conforming, luis has developed his own production style that is precise, hypnotic, and maintains a healthy degree of dance floor groove. his title track is a deep journey into psychedelia and unearthly bass. brammage contains only a few essential elements, each tripped toperfection. sparse eerie vocals carry nicely along the 6 minute sequence. flores inside track the call is a slow and steady builder with dark subtle vibes and crisp hand claps. at four minutes flores introduces a rippling synth gate that trips listeners deeper into submission. very heady, very essential
on limited edition compact disc. no. the disorganisation founded by atom + material object in 2013 to advance the cause of faceless audio output by no. one in particular are cataloging their 3rd year of existence with no. iii no. iii continues the centuries long tradition, invented by the label masterminds in 2013, of remixing the very concept of a compilation by slicing, remixing, autotuning and youtubing the entire year of the labels output into the blender for a completely new cocktail that goes beyond merely re-packaging previously released product. although 2016 was a relatively light year for no. in terms of hours of audio output, a famous german philosopher once wrote a samurais life is not measured in length and the mix features two previously unreleased works by the label owners: still d/a by atom and iii by material object. no. iii successfully represents the material released on the label between may 2016 - may 2017 as well as some now declassified transcripts of past communications and unreleased excerpts from future efforts, stitched together with frankensteinian precision and brought to life on the operating table with a blast of atomic energy
on limited edition compact disc. no., founded by atomtm & material object in 2014, celebrate their second birthday in style with no. ii, a collage, a readymade, an assemblage, a synthesis, in short: a spectrum of elements refracted through the prism of the labels output between the 1st of may 2015 to the 1st of may 2016. you might call such a spectrum a mix, and thats up to you. over the 79 minutes the mix traverses a wild landscape of material. a dose here from the lysergic adventures in the concrete jungle of g@ng5ta, a stroll there over the bubbly terrain of material object+ishqs invisble light, the air punctuated by the haunted soundscapes of former severed head: garry bradburys yakovlevian torque. slather on top of that a caustic beat from anamorph specimens and then undergrid it all with the morbidly obese frequencies of atomtms texturen series and you have yourself some kind of interdimensional feast. so, welcome to our second birthday party.