Bumping beats and subsonic bass propel jerky deconstructed house tunes and stripped-back technotronica. It’s heavy on repetition, and heavy on the rhythm; stuttering, fractured loops nag and niggle, jab and jar.
A couple of tracks do mellow things out a bit, slowing the pace and encircling the steady groove with some softer tones, and it’s a welcome respite from the monotony of the relentless, hectic beats: after a time the effect becomes quite claustrophobic. The occasional sample – deadpan narratives, instruction manual mechanoid – hark back to the earlier days of dance music, while the deep resonant bass resonates on a cellular level.
It’s extremely insular and impersonal, and in many ways largely unrewarding. However long you chew at it, it doesn’t yield any real satisfaction. Nevertheless, while it made me feel agitated, it evidently has its place in its field.
Aoki Takamasa Online
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