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None other than Blawan on his lonesome ownsome — after collaborations with Pariah as Karenn, and Surgeon as Trade — returning to the blood-drenched scene of his heinous Why They Hide Their Bodies.
New name, new sound; heavier and slower than his Ternesc output. The title track is the banger. Acid techno — deliberate, widescreen and ominous.
Beau Wanzer + Rezzett = maximum worries squared. Five frazzlers for all us nutters in the dance. Borez they izn’t.
Mostly from two cassettes, Douce Torture and Aut Aut, each limited to twenty-five copies, originally self-released in the early 2000s by Vincent E.F. from Turin. ‘A mixture of hardware electronics, guitar and musique concrete-style sampling techniques, recorded on everything from minidisc to VHS tape. With its roots in vintage dub, Krautrock and Italo-Industrial artists like Maurizio Bianchi and Mauthausen Orchestra… and yet strikingly original.’
Text-book BH GBH. A charged, densely rhythmic, super-ominous re-deployment of classic 80s sci-fi noir, shot through with spaced-out effects. Ekman in his best Robert Armanis on the flip.
Perhaps you remember the French music producer Coni’s record for The Trilogy Tapes.
For the inaugural release of his own label, he presents the debut of a new alias.
‘Inspired by dramatic modern landscapes, and suffused by haunting memories, the record is an attempt to seek beauty in the midst of a chaotic and saturated present. Running over with intense rhythms, flicking hi-hats, fierce voices, melancholic pads and abject distortion, Transperce whips up a kind of industrial catharsis.’
Bracing portions of the screaming abdabs dressed as naked, hooligan machine-funk — fizzing, stomping, juddering and going mental in the furnace of high noon like whizzed-up children of the hydra’s teeth.
A new suite, freshly introspective and personal. CC’s cosmic beeps and boops are home to roost, a kind of pointillism come mesmerically alive, studding surreal juxtapositions and industrial miasma across nine tracks.