On Delancey Street: 1996
You want music rabbit holes, you got 'em!
The 13th Sign is a name I recognized via exactly One (1) compilation, the acid-jazzy, trip-hoppy CD from Waveform Records titled Frosty. You might remember it for its distinct cover shot of an ice-encrusted buffalo. Chill-out music indeed. The track included of theirs, Take Me To A Distant Bass, definitely fit the bill of an acid-hop, trip-jazzy excursion, one of those vintage 'nothing's off the table' '90s tunes of sampledelic dub vibes. I quite liked it, but not enough to dig much further into the artist, assuming it just some one-off project by an unknown individual. Well, I was half-right.
The 13th Sign definitely was a one-off, but Chris Bangs is far from an unknown. Or at least, to those well-versed in the UK acid jazz scene. I'm not, only having a passing familiarity with the label Eddie Piller and Gilles Peterson built (and all that followed from it), but as I said, it's a super-massive rabbit hole one can get lost down for quite some time. Shit's over thirty-five years old now!
Anyhow, Chris Bangs was a major contributor for them, releasing multiple albums and singles under multiple aliases and group projects. Names like The Quiet Boys, Break 4 Jazz, Original Soulboy, Extasis, Mr. Electric Triangle (hey, another Frosty track!), Boogie Boy, Galaxy 21, Two Dam Hot, and Yada Yada. When acid jazz' popularity started waning after the turn of the century, he tried getting into the garage and deep house scene (including starting a label called Dadhouse (!)), but that seemed to fizzle out, and he seemingly retired from production after. Oh, and in the middle of all that, he released a trip-hop, illbient-leaning record under the guise of The 13th Sign, as was the style at the time.
This is another one of those albums that deservedly flew under the radar, as trip-hop was getting quite overdone by '96, but ain't half-bad in its own right. Mr. Bangs was far from a slouch in the producer's chair, knowing exactly what sort of samples worked best with what sort of beats and solos, slickly produced with little fuss. Very meat 'n' potatoes stuff, is what I'm saying, that sounds solid as it plays, leaves a nice little impression upon your afternoon, but doesn't really spark much discussion about after. Perfect compilation fodder, is what I'm sayin', and so did Thievery Corporation for their DJ-Kicks CD.
Chris does mix things up though, offering some welcome spice to all the the street-level grooves. Come Off This Trip gets on some freestyle action, Someday gets brisk in its beatcraft hovering near jazzy d'n'b (with acid!), and Back In The Day raids funk's fathers for the b-boy throwdown. Elsewhere, Anthea Clarke gives us the soul singin' in Pressures, while Travis Blaque gives us the conscious rap in 90 Infinity (hmm, I wonder where he got that from?). Again, all solid stuff, but I'm not surprised few know of The 13th Sign's existence.
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Friday, April 28, 2023
Kinder Atom - Super Nice Hippypants
Hypnotic: 1997
As a fairly dedicated consumer of Hypnotic's CDs for a spell, I crossed paths with Kinder Atom a couple times. The music conglomerate had been active in the Toronto techno and industrial scene for awhile, releasing music under other projects as far back as the '80s. The most prominent member of this group, Heiki Sillaste, also worked in such groups as Digital Poodle, Lazer Caps, and A.S.A. (yes, that's a deep cut) Oh, and they've also worked with Rapoon, on the year 2000 album Rapoon vs. Kinder Atom. Can't say that one's super-high on my 'Must Have' list, but should I ever spot a sweet deal for a copy (re: isn't saddled with ludicrous shipping charges), I may indulge.
Such was the case with this particular double-LP: Super Nice Hippypants. I have to admit, it was far from what I was expecting from Kinder Atom. Oh, not so much the music within, though it too surprised me in other ways. It's just, when you know a techno outfit has ties to experimental ambient and industrial dub, the last thing you'd go looking for in their cover art is something more akin to Japanese electro-pop.
Supposedly this is the logo of the label the group helped set up, Nice+Smooth, also plastered all over the inlay - so a bit of sly marketing on their part. Still, when what you're hearing has more in common with '70s synth weirdness, having something so cutesy as your visual representation probably isn't the best selling point. Like, imagine if Super Nice Hippypants had some vintage Fax+ art instead. I bet this album would be hailed a minor classic! Okay, maybe not, but not so easily dismissed either, I wager.
Anyhow, CD1 is the Supernice album, a seven-track excursion into bleepy electronics, swirly sound effects, and ambient dub. It all has a very Berlin-School feel going for it, spaced-out abstract music that appeals to the retro synth dork in me, some passages getting deep into Tangerine Dream minimalism. Again, had this appeared on a label known for the stuff, like Fax+, I could see it getting more positive attention as the years wore on. On Hypnotic though? Oh man, Kinder Atom's experimental ambient opus never stood a chance, did it?
Fortunately, CD2 Hippy Pants brings some electro boogie (Nipple, One Eleven, Juice Bar) spacey techno (Nikral, titular cut), and trip-hop funk (Phat Pants, June Bug) to the party. They even do a D'n'B in Run In Our Light! Yes, it totally clashes with CD1, such that you wouldn't believe it the same outfit were the two CDs not bundled within the same digipak. Such was the group's manifesto though, never beholden to one particular style. A bit rather like The Future Sound Of London in that regard, though clearly without the obsessive studio polish.
Kinder Atom's first album, Atomika, was more of a blend of their disparate sounds, but if you like your genres distinct and separate, then Super Nice Hippypants may be more up or alley.
As a fairly dedicated consumer of Hypnotic's CDs for a spell, I crossed paths with Kinder Atom a couple times. The music conglomerate had been active in the Toronto techno and industrial scene for awhile, releasing music under other projects as far back as the '80s. The most prominent member of this group, Heiki Sillaste, also worked in such groups as Digital Poodle, Lazer Caps, and A.S.A. (yes, that's a deep cut) Oh, and they've also worked with Rapoon, on the year 2000 album Rapoon vs. Kinder Atom. Can't say that one's super-high on my 'Must Have' list, but should I ever spot a sweet deal for a copy (re: isn't saddled with ludicrous shipping charges), I may indulge.
Such was the case with this particular double-LP: Super Nice Hippypants. I have to admit, it was far from what I was expecting from Kinder Atom. Oh, not so much the music within, though it too surprised me in other ways. It's just, when you know a techno outfit has ties to experimental ambient and industrial dub, the last thing you'd go looking for in their cover art is something more akin to Japanese electro-pop.
Supposedly this is the logo of the label the group helped set up, Nice+Smooth, also plastered all over the inlay - so a bit of sly marketing on their part. Still, when what you're hearing has more in common with '70s synth weirdness, having something so cutesy as your visual representation probably isn't the best selling point. Like, imagine if Super Nice Hippypants had some vintage Fax+ art instead. I bet this album would be hailed a minor classic! Okay, maybe not, but not so easily dismissed either, I wager.
Anyhow, CD1 is the Supernice album, a seven-track excursion into bleepy electronics, swirly sound effects, and ambient dub. It all has a very Berlin-School feel going for it, spaced-out abstract music that appeals to the retro synth dork in me, some passages getting deep into Tangerine Dream minimalism. Again, had this appeared on a label known for the stuff, like Fax+, I could see it getting more positive attention as the years wore on. On Hypnotic though? Oh man, Kinder Atom's experimental ambient opus never stood a chance, did it?
Fortunately, CD2 Hippy Pants brings some electro boogie (Nipple, One Eleven, Juice Bar) spacey techno (Nikral, titular cut), and trip-hop funk (Phat Pants, June Bug) to the party. They even do a D'n'B in Run In Our Light! Yes, it totally clashes with CD1, such that you wouldn't believe it the same outfit were the two CDs not bundled within the same digipak. Such was the group's manifesto though, never beholden to one particular style. A bit rather like The Future Sound Of London in that regard, though clearly without the obsessive studio polish.
Kinder Atom's first album, Atomika, was more of a blend of their disparate sounds, but if you like your genres distinct and separate, then Super Nice Hippypants may be more up or alley.
Friday, January 13, 2023
Sykonee's 'Sportsing' Surveys: DELERIUM / CONJURE ONE
Ah, Delerium. Some love 'em. Some hate 'em. Some loved 'em before they hated 'em. Some didn't know they existed for a decade before coming to love 'em. A great many more are probably indifferent but know at least one or two of their songs - typically in a remixed fashion. Wherever you stand on their worth, it's undeniable the group - primarily helmed by Bill Leeb, with Rhys Fulber as his frequent fellow muse, and a whole gaggle of lady vocalists in later years, have done much in the worlds of musical scenes most would deem incompatible. Are they really so?
Yes, if you were to take their very earliest industrial and dark ambient records against their most recent ethereal dance-pop outings, you'd wonder how that link ever formed. Or at least I wondered. And with wonder comes an interest in exploring an entire discography. Buckle-up, me buckos, this one's a three decades spanning dive!
That sure was a dive that felt longer than I anticipated - probably didn't help I took on an additional discography in the process. That'd be like if I'd done all the solo albums of the original Genesis band members along with that band's primary output! Felt like I'd have done Rhys dirty if I didn't include his stuff with Leeb's though: the two remain so synced with each other after all these years, and the two projects were relatively similar overall. Ooh, does this mean I'll be tackling all the other Leeb/Rhys projects out there? Front Line Assembly does have quite the extensive discography too, not to mention other, smaller outings like Synesthasia.
Hhmm, no, I need to listen to something a bit different for a while. How does New Order sound to y'all?
Yes, if you were to take their very earliest industrial and dark ambient records against their most recent ethereal dance-pop outings, you'd wonder how that link ever formed. Or at least I wondered. And with wonder comes an interest in exploring an entire discography. Buckle-up, me buckos, this one's a three decades spanning dive!
That sure was a dive that felt longer than I anticipated - probably didn't help I took on an additional discography in the process. That'd be like if I'd done all the solo albums of the original Genesis band members along with that band's primary output! Felt like I'd have done Rhys dirty if I didn't include his stuff with Leeb's though: the two remain so synced with each other after all these years, and the two projects were relatively similar overall. Ooh, does this mean I'll be tackling all the other Leeb/Rhys projects out there? Front Line Assembly does have quite the extensive discography too, not to mention other, smaller outings like Synesthasia.
Hhmm, no, I need to listen to something a bit different for a while. How does New Order sound to y'all?
Wednesday, September 21, 2022
Faex Optim - Look Around You
Carpe Sonum Novum: 2017
Not gonna' beat around the bush here: Faex Optim is influenced by Boards Of Canada. Like, very influenced, to such a point that you could convince a layperson they're the same act. They're not though, Faex Optim the works of one Wesley MacDonald, who, despite also residing in Scotland, is not part of the Hexagon Sun commune. Or maybe he is, but on their super-secret members list, one that even Wiki or Lord Discogs isn't aware of. To sum things up within this first paragraph, if you like Boards Of Canada, you should like Look Around You. Heck, I'll reach for it sooner than I will official BoC media like Geogaddi or Twoism.
And some Boardsy uber-fans may be snarking, “Why should I settle for someone who just sounds like Boards Of Canada, when I could listen to the real deal?” Um, maybe because 'the real deal' aren't really making music anymore? One (1) album in the past seventeen years isn't exactly a robust modern catalogue. No wonder some out there would start making their own hauntology Boards music, dissecting and distilling the duo's attributes to such a point you couldn't tell the difference in a blind test. I'd totally believe there's a robust 'BoC-tology' scene out on the internet by now, sharing music on forums like twoism, with splintering among its participants between soft-synth emulators and purist analogue performers, using only the vintage gear Michael and Marcus utilized.
Clearly Faex Optim is someone who's been deemed worthy of carrying on the Boards brand of music. I've seen no blowback for him being so faithful to their sound, no irate claims of style-biting, riding coattails, or ripping off. Carpe Sonum Records had enough faith in him to release a debut album called Tris·kai·dek·a·pho·bi·a (heh, numerology ...of course), and continue to do so, another out just a couple years ago now (Look Around You was released between the two). Given that the label had an unfortunate incident with another 'heavily-influenced by BoC' producer early on, it's nice to see they didn't lose the faith with this micro-scene.
I feel like I'm doing Mr. MacDonald a disservice by going on about the idea of Boards-influenced music rather than talking specifically about his Boards-influenced music. Really though, is there much else for me to say? I could tell you Irn Bru features lazy trip-hop rhythms, warped backing synths as though played through decades-old over-dubbed tapes, and a charming lead as performed on a half-working kid's organ. Then you'd go, “well that just sounds like a Boards Of Canada tune you're describing”, and I'll be all like “I know, right!?”
The only way the comparison could not be ninety percent on the nose is if I was talking to someone who'd never heard of a Boards Of Canada tune in their life. I know they're out there, folks who's first exposure to this sound will be Faex Optim rather than BoC. Can't see them reading this blog though.
Not gonna' beat around the bush here: Faex Optim is influenced by Boards Of Canada. Like, very influenced, to such a point that you could convince a layperson they're the same act. They're not though, Faex Optim the works of one Wesley MacDonald, who, despite also residing in Scotland, is not part of the Hexagon Sun commune. Or maybe he is, but on their super-secret members list, one that even Wiki or Lord Discogs isn't aware of. To sum things up within this first paragraph, if you like Boards Of Canada, you should like Look Around You. Heck, I'll reach for it sooner than I will official BoC media like Geogaddi or Twoism.
And some Boardsy uber-fans may be snarking, “Why should I settle for someone who just sounds like Boards Of Canada, when I could listen to the real deal?” Um, maybe because 'the real deal' aren't really making music anymore? One (1) album in the past seventeen years isn't exactly a robust modern catalogue. No wonder some out there would start making their own hauntology Boards music, dissecting and distilling the duo's attributes to such a point you couldn't tell the difference in a blind test. I'd totally believe there's a robust 'BoC-tology' scene out on the internet by now, sharing music on forums like twoism, with splintering among its participants between soft-synth emulators and purist analogue performers, using only the vintage gear Michael and Marcus utilized.
Clearly Faex Optim is someone who's been deemed worthy of carrying on the Boards brand of music. I've seen no blowback for him being so faithful to their sound, no irate claims of style-biting, riding coattails, or ripping off. Carpe Sonum Records had enough faith in him to release a debut album called Tris·kai·dek·a·pho·bi·a (heh, numerology ...of course), and continue to do so, another out just a couple years ago now (Look Around You was released between the two). Given that the label had an unfortunate incident with another 'heavily-influenced by BoC' producer early on, it's nice to see they didn't lose the faith with this micro-scene.
I feel like I'm doing Mr. MacDonald a disservice by going on about the idea of Boards-influenced music rather than talking specifically about his Boards-influenced music. Really though, is there much else for me to say? I could tell you Irn Bru features lazy trip-hop rhythms, warped backing synths as though played through decades-old over-dubbed tapes, and a charming lead as performed on a half-working kid's organ. Then you'd go, “well that just sounds like a Boards Of Canada tune you're describing”, and I'll be all like “I know, right!?”
The only way the comparison could not be ninety percent on the nose is if I was talking to someone who'd never heard of a Boards Of Canada tune in their life. I know they're out there, folks who's first exposure to this sound will be Faex Optim rather than BoC. Can't see them reading this blog though.
Friday, August 19, 2022
FSOL - ISDN
Virgin: 1995
You'd think I'd have gotten this in my initial gathering of FSOL albums, a necessary companion to Lifeforms and Dead Cities. A few things kept me from doing so though, a primary factor being I wasn't sure this was even an album. Compared to Ziggy Riphead's striking, CGI artwork from this period in Future Sound Of London's timeline, ISDN is flat, drab, and nondescript. Which hey, is an artistic statement in of itself, plus you'd find plenty weirdo visual-scapes within the booklet if you really needed them.
Still, this record had something of a rep, in that even for a FSOL LP, ISDN was way out there. Wherein Brian and Garry, uninhibited by such limitations as 'performance' and 'audience expectation', could transmit their muses directly into your living rooms. Oh honeys, you hadn't heard anything yet. Just wait until you get a load of this thing called 'live streaming'!
That all said, an appreciation of Brain and Garry's numerous Environment outings finally got me to properly grab ISDN. Okay, reconnecting with a few tunes like Slider, Amoeba and A Study Of Six Guitars didn't hurt in nudging me either. Whether this was some over-indulgent live show broadcast over a fledgling internet, or an assemblage of studio wankery, it was hard to deny at least a handful of dope-ass tunes emerged from these sessions. Surely there were more than what I plucked out of ancient P2P programs.
Confounding the “is this a live album or not?” vibe of ISDN is opener Just A Fucking Idiot, sampling live audio from a Joy Division/New Order. From there, the track's pure future-shock territory, so *deep breath* The Far Out Son Of Lung And The Ramblings Of A Madman grounds things with freeform jazz-funk groovy goodness. An appropriately bit of bridging ambience in Appendage later, and we're into the highlights off ISDN: Slider and Smokin Japanese Babe. Yeah, you could argue they're FSOL jumping on some trendy genres (big beat and trip-hop, respectively), but they're still done in that nifty, warped, post-apocalyptic, psychedelic, sampleholic way only FSOL were doing at the time.
After that though, ISDN goes wa-a-a-yy deep into sound collages and music making for its own sake. For sure some moments stick out – the electro-chill of You're Creeping Me Out, the spritely melodies in Eyes Pop – Skin Explodes – Everybody Dead - but it's not until eleventh track Egypt that things steer in some sort of direction again. As for Egypt, it's got electro rhythms, chants, crickets, woodwinds... y'know, vintage Lifeforms-era FSOL.
Kai and Amoeba feel like two halves of a whole, what with their muted rhythm sections, though I prefer Amoeba's sputtering voice pads over Kai's industrial drone-throb. Six Guitars remains pure bliss, and Snake Hips takes us out on total psychedelic rock weirdness. An Amorphous one calls from beyond.
So yeah, ISDN does have some of FSOL's best moments. It's just a shame they mostly come at the bookends of the album rather than as a consistent whole.
You'd think I'd have gotten this in my initial gathering of FSOL albums, a necessary companion to Lifeforms and Dead Cities. A few things kept me from doing so though, a primary factor being I wasn't sure this was even an album. Compared to Ziggy Riphead's striking, CGI artwork from this period in Future Sound Of London's timeline, ISDN is flat, drab, and nondescript. Which hey, is an artistic statement in of itself, plus you'd find plenty weirdo visual-scapes within the booklet if you really needed them.
Still, this record had something of a rep, in that even for a FSOL LP, ISDN was way out there. Wherein Brian and Garry, uninhibited by such limitations as 'performance' and 'audience expectation', could transmit their muses directly into your living rooms. Oh honeys, you hadn't heard anything yet. Just wait until you get a load of this thing called 'live streaming'!
That all said, an appreciation of Brain and Garry's numerous Environment outings finally got me to properly grab ISDN. Okay, reconnecting with a few tunes like Slider, Amoeba and A Study Of Six Guitars didn't hurt in nudging me either. Whether this was some over-indulgent live show broadcast over a fledgling internet, or an assemblage of studio wankery, it was hard to deny at least a handful of dope-ass tunes emerged from these sessions. Surely there were more than what I plucked out of ancient P2P programs.
Confounding the “is this a live album or not?” vibe of ISDN is opener Just A Fucking Idiot, sampling live audio from a Joy Division/New Order. From there, the track's pure future-shock territory, so *deep breath* The Far Out Son Of Lung And The Ramblings Of A Madman grounds things with freeform jazz-funk groovy goodness. An appropriately bit of bridging ambience in Appendage later, and we're into the highlights off ISDN: Slider and Smokin Japanese Babe. Yeah, you could argue they're FSOL jumping on some trendy genres (big beat and trip-hop, respectively), but they're still done in that nifty, warped, post-apocalyptic, psychedelic, sampleholic way only FSOL were doing at the time.
After that though, ISDN goes wa-a-a-yy deep into sound collages and music making for its own sake. For sure some moments stick out – the electro-chill of You're Creeping Me Out, the spritely melodies in Eyes Pop – Skin Explodes – Everybody Dead - but it's not until eleventh track Egypt that things steer in some sort of direction again. As for Egypt, it's got electro rhythms, chants, crickets, woodwinds... y'know, vintage Lifeforms-era FSOL.
Kai and Amoeba feel like two halves of a whole, what with their muted rhythm sections, though I prefer Amoeba's sputtering voice pads over Kai's industrial drone-throb. Six Guitars remains pure bliss, and Snake Hips takes us out on total psychedelic rock weirdness. An Amorphous one calls from beyond.
So yeah, ISDN does have some of FSOL's best moments. It's just a shame they mostly come at the bookends of the album rather than as a consistent whole.
Sunday, August 15, 2021
Sons Of The Subway - Ruff Rugged & Real
Infonet: 1997
That was it for Bandulu music. I'd gotten all their CDs, even nabbed a compilation or two with outlier tunes. All that remains is their series on Foundation Sound Works, which I'll never get because vinyl remains the one unattainable format for yours truly. Practical reasons, y'see. Maybe... maybe, if the North London conglomerate can band together long enough to create a Bandcamp page, and make their entire back-catalogue available in a digital format, I'll finally grab items like Black Mass, New Foundation, and EP Judgement. For now though, I must remain content with what I have. Content... content... content...
Wait a sec'! There's another Bandulu album out there, released under a completely different project? How have I never heard of this before? For sure I could have clicked on that additional alias on their Discogs page, but figured Sons Of The Subway was nothing more than another little-used pseudonym like Thunderground and New Adult. A one-off EP here, a compilation contribution there, and that's all they wrote. But nay, when Bandulu were off gallivanting with vinyl on a their own label, a full-length of Sons material was released in the waning days of Infonet. One of that print's last items, if Lord Discogs is to be believed. What a strange coincidence.
Far as I can tell, the side-project was a brief flirtation with techno a little more Detroit or 'street' than Bandulu's dubby, tribal excursions. A lone EP - Escape Ventures: Part One - was released, then sat fallow until this album came out. Again, I don't want to assume anything, but listening to this CD, I can't help but get a sense of a concept album that for whatever reason, skidded to a halt, and was filled out with other material to make good on releasing anything at all.
What concept would that be? Nothing less than going straight-up hip-hop, the titular opener a funky, swingin' slice of street sampling and scratch swagger. Cool, I'm diggin' this, but is anyone gonna' rap over this beat? No? Oh... oh dear! This isn't going to be one of those records, then? Repetitive instrumental hip-hop that desperately needs an MC toasting over top, but no MC here, no one to toast a crowd. Follow-up Fly Trap sure suggests as such, loopy acid jazz that quickly overstays its barely three-minute runtime. Roxy at least hints at some classic b-boy boogie, with some vintage Bandulu dub thrown in.
And if that isn't a foreboding of the group abandoning the Sons Of The Subway concept, Da Tunnelz basically gets right back to the Bandulu business, just in a break-beaty sort of way. Despite a heavy reliance on jazz and funk samples, things grow ever more techno as the album plays out, to such a point we're basically right where we started with the alias: the back alleys of Detroit. Which may be all that it ever was meant to be. Given Bandulu's cred' though, it feels like it could have been so much more.
That was it for Bandulu music. I'd gotten all their CDs, even nabbed a compilation or two with outlier tunes. All that remains is their series on Foundation Sound Works, which I'll never get because vinyl remains the one unattainable format for yours truly. Practical reasons, y'see. Maybe... maybe, if the North London conglomerate can band together long enough to create a Bandcamp page, and make their entire back-catalogue available in a digital format, I'll finally grab items like Black Mass, New Foundation, and EP Judgement. For now though, I must remain content with what I have. Content... content... content...
Wait a sec'! There's another Bandulu album out there, released under a completely different project? How have I never heard of this before? For sure I could have clicked on that additional alias on their Discogs page, but figured Sons Of The Subway was nothing more than another little-used pseudonym like Thunderground and New Adult. A one-off EP here, a compilation contribution there, and that's all they wrote. But nay, when Bandulu were off gallivanting with vinyl on a their own label, a full-length of Sons material was released in the waning days of Infonet. One of that print's last items, if Lord Discogs is to be believed. What a strange coincidence.
Far as I can tell, the side-project was a brief flirtation with techno a little more Detroit or 'street' than Bandulu's dubby, tribal excursions. A lone EP - Escape Ventures: Part One - was released, then sat fallow until this album came out. Again, I don't want to assume anything, but listening to this CD, I can't help but get a sense of a concept album that for whatever reason, skidded to a halt, and was filled out with other material to make good on releasing anything at all.
What concept would that be? Nothing less than going straight-up hip-hop, the titular opener a funky, swingin' slice of street sampling and scratch swagger. Cool, I'm diggin' this, but is anyone gonna' rap over this beat? No? Oh... oh dear! This isn't going to be one of those records, then? Repetitive instrumental hip-hop that desperately needs an MC toasting over top, but no MC here, no one to toast a crowd. Follow-up Fly Trap sure suggests as such, loopy acid jazz that quickly overstays its barely three-minute runtime. Roxy at least hints at some classic b-boy boogie, with some vintage Bandulu dub thrown in.
And if that isn't a foreboding of the group abandoning the Sons Of The Subway concept, Da Tunnelz basically gets right back to the Bandulu business, just in a break-beaty sort of way. Despite a heavy reliance on jazz and funk samples, things grow ever more techno as the album plays out, to such a point we're basically right where we started with the alias: the back alleys of Detroit. Which may be all that it ever was meant to be. Given Bandulu's cred' though, it feels like it could have been so much more.
Monday, August 9, 2021
Bent - Programmed To Love
Sport: 2000
Just how popular was Bent at the start? Though Misters Tolliday and Mills had been active throughout the '90s ('Nail' had roots as far back as Nottingham's DiY 'free tekno' parties of yore), as a duo they seemingly sprung up out of nowhere. A couple EPs, a little hype in an increasingly over-saturated chill-out market, then boom, a perfect score for Programmed To Love within the pages of Muzik Magazine. Surely that's plenty 'nuff to get the majors buzzing. I don't see any chart info in their Wiki though, to say nothing of Bent being a near non-factor on my side of the pond. For sure they must have been doing something right to get all that compilation action at the turn of the century, but had it not been an accidental stumbling-upon of Muzik, it's possible I'd completely miss them for several years (Faithless' Back To Mine appearance notwithstanding).
It may just be that Bent was a tad too British in its sense of humour at the start for American appeal. Now, I likes me some British humour in my laid-back house jams - what would The Orb be without it? And really, if you're not getting some Orb vibes right off the jump in Exercise 1, what with cheeky samples and dubby grooves setting us up for a gently warped little ride of an album, then... um, go listen to some old-school Orb, I guess? For comparison's sake. Welly Top Mary has me feelin' some of that reggae-dub house sound many a Youth-orientated Orb cut kicked out, but that's about the extent of it.
Elsewhere, there's Ninja Tune influence at play. You got the jazz-hop bop of Invisible Pedestrian, the funky shuffle-dub of I Remember Johnny, and the quirky toy-town trip-hop of Private School Investigations (relegated to 'secret song' status on the original UK version). And let's not forget the tunes that simply defy easy categorization beyond “well, that sure is a fun little tune”. Cylons In Love imagines, well, cylons strumming an acoustic-folky to... something. I can't understand those digitized vocals, but hot damn, is that bassline ever a deeper shade of love. Follow-up Invisible Pedestrian sounds like a lounge-lizard performing at a Callisto casino, while Irritating Noises goes country twang. Okay, not full-blown country twang, but I can't help but imagine some cowboy strumming a guitar while riding his horse down an old country road.
But honestly, all these are surprising, tasty supplements to the main reasons folks nabbed up Programmed To Love. The dreamy pastoral chill-pop of Private Road. The fragile, cinematic grace of Swollen. Zoë Johnston's providing vocals on each, basically debuting her voice to a whole slew of future trance producers. And, as always, Always, the utterly dreamy slice of Balearic house (somehow topped by Ashley Beedle's rub on it a year later!). A perfect tune to end the album on... followed upon by a slapstick nod to old-school rave with silly monkey squeals. Oh, these gents with their bent humour.
Just how popular was Bent at the start? Though Misters Tolliday and Mills had been active throughout the '90s ('Nail' had roots as far back as Nottingham's DiY 'free tekno' parties of yore), as a duo they seemingly sprung up out of nowhere. A couple EPs, a little hype in an increasingly over-saturated chill-out market, then boom, a perfect score for Programmed To Love within the pages of Muzik Magazine. Surely that's plenty 'nuff to get the majors buzzing. I don't see any chart info in their Wiki though, to say nothing of Bent being a near non-factor on my side of the pond. For sure they must have been doing something right to get all that compilation action at the turn of the century, but had it not been an accidental stumbling-upon of Muzik, it's possible I'd completely miss them for several years (Faithless' Back To Mine appearance notwithstanding).
It may just be that Bent was a tad too British in its sense of humour at the start for American appeal. Now, I likes me some British humour in my laid-back house jams - what would The Orb be without it? And really, if you're not getting some Orb vibes right off the jump in Exercise 1, what with cheeky samples and dubby grooves setting us up for a gently warped little ride of an album, then... um, go listen to some old-school Orb, I guess? For comparison's sake. Welly Top Mary has me feelin' some of that reggae-dub house sound many a Youth-orientated Orb cut kicked out, but that's about the extent of it.
Elsewhere, there's Ninja Tune influence at play. You got the jazz-hop bop of Invisible Pedestrian, the funky shuffle-dub of I Remember Johnny, and the quirky toy-town trip-hop of Private School Investigations (relegated to 'secret song' status on the original UK version). And let's not forget the tunes that simply defy easy categorization beyond “well, that sure is a fun little tune”. Cylons In Love imagines, well, cylons strumming an acoustic-folky to... something. I can't understand those digitized vocals, but hot damn, is that bassline ever a deeper shade of love. Follow-up Invisible Pedestrian sounds like a lounge-lizard performing at a Callisto casino, while Irritating Noises goes country twang. Okay, not full-blown country twang, but I can't help but imagine some cowboy strumming a guitar while riding his horse down an old country road.
But honestly, all these are surprising, tasty supplements to the main reasons folks nabbed up Programmed To Love. The dreamy pastoral chill-pop of Private Road. The fragile, cinematic grace of Swollen. Zoë Johnston's providing vocals on each, basically debuting her voice to a whole slew of future trance producers. And, as always, Always, the utterly dreamy slice of Balearic house (somehow topped by Ashley Beedle's rub on it a year later!). A perfect tune to end the album on... followed upon by a slapstick nod to old-school rave with silly monkey squeals. Oh, these gents with their bent humour.
Wednesday, May 26, 2021
Tosca - Going Going Going
!K7 Records: 2017
So everyone went crazy over having an official Kruder & Dorfmeister album released this past year, as if the two had never made another record since The K&D Sessions came out many a moon ago. Meanwhile, I'm sitting here all like, “You do know Tosca is a thing, right? Heck, their early albums were very much in the classic K&D vein.” “Yeah,” they'd say, “but what if the two hadn't split for so long, what would they have ended up sounding like as the years go on?” Again, Tosca, right there! We know exactly what it would sound like because Richard Dofmeister's been steadily making music since. Maybe there'd be some stylistic variation, but given how smoothly Rupert Huber slid into the role of frequent collaborator, I wouldn't warrant much. I dunno, it just boggles my mind that Richard's on-going music career continues to be overshadowed by what he did with Peter a quarter century ago.
Anyhow, Going Going Going is the most recent Tosca album, released four years ago as of this writing. It's quite the time-skip for yours truly, in that I'd mostly settled in with the duo's earlier output, Dehli9 that last album of theirs I'd gathered. Richard and Rupert had gone on many musical explorations since then, some hailed as good, some hailed as not so good. Maybe I'll check out some of those to verify (whoa, does Outta Here ever feel influenced by Random Access Memories), but I heard positive buzz over this here Triple-G album, talks of 'return to form' and all that malarkey. Enough of a reason to scope it out for yours truly, so let's have at 'er.
And the first thing I noticed about Going Going Going is just how brisk it is. Tosca were never shy in upping the tempo in their tunes, but a number of tracks on here are almost treading into house territory. There's certainly a lot more 'four-to-the-floor' rhythms offered than I'm used to hearing from the downtempo duo. Many of these tracks even build in such a way that would serve better in a live performance than sitting at home with tea and crumpets. Like Supersunday, a tune that starts nicely mellow with the sort of piano playing as found on the bonus disc of Dehli9. Soon it starts echoing upon itself, a steady beat emerges, supporting synths and sounds are gradually added, and gosh, do I ever feel the boogie-bounce by track's end. Weird that they have an overlong, dubby outro for such a groovy tune though.
Tracks like Export Import, Wo-Tan, Tommy, and Amber November play out in similar fashion, while tunes like Hausner, Friday, Loveboat keep things closer a trip-hop tempo, even if the beat stays steady. Disco, then? Or funk? Eh, I wouldn't go that far, though I could see some of these tunes working in a retro, nu-disco space-funk sort of set. There's plenty of musicianship going on such that Tosca wouldn't feel out of place with the classics.
So everyone went crazy over having an official Kruder & Dorfmeister album released this past year, as if the two had never made another record since The K&D Sessions came out many a moon ago. Meanwhile, I'm sitting here all like, “You do know Tosca is a thing, right? Heck, their early albums were very much in the classic K&D vein.” “Yeah,” they'd say, “but what if the two hadn't split for so long, what would they have ended up sounding like as the years go on?” Again, Tosca, right there! We know exactly what it would sound like because Richard Dofmeister's been steadily making music since. Maybe there'd be some stylistic variation, but given how smoothly Rupert Huber slid into the role of frequent collaborator, I wouldn't warrant much. I dunno, it just boggles my mind that Richard's on-going music career continues to be overshadowed by what he did with Peter a quarter century ago.
Anyhow, Going Going Going is the most recent Tosca album, released four years ago as of this writing. It's quite the time-skip for yours truly, in that I'd mostly settled in with the duo's earlier output, Dehli9 that last album of theirs I'd gathered. Richard and Rupert had gone on many musical explorations since then, some hailed as good, some hailed as not so good. Maybe I'll check out some of those to verify (whoa, does Outta Here ever feel influenced by Random Access Memories), but I heard positive buzz over this here Triple-G album, talks of 'return to form' and all that malarkey. Enough of a reason to scope it out for yours truly, so let's have at 'er.
And the first thing I noticed about Going Going Going is just how brisk it is. Tosca were never shy in upping the tempo in their tunes, but a number of tracks on here are almost treading into house territory. There's certainly a lot more 'four-to-the-floor' rhythms offered than I'm used to hearing from the downtempo duo. Many of these tracks even build in such a way that would serve better in a live performance than sitting at home with tea and crumpets. Like Supersunday, a tune that starts nicely mellow with the sort of piano playing as found on the bonus disc of Dehli9. Soon it starts echoing upon itself, a steady beat emerges, supporting synths and sounds are gradually added, and gosh, do I ever feel the boogie-bounce by track's end. Weird that they have an overlong, dubby outro for such a groovy tune though.
Tracks like Export Import, Wo-Tan, Tommy, and Amber November play out in similar fashion, while tunes like Hausner, Friday, Loveboat keep things closer a trip-hop tempo, even if the beat stays steady. Disco, then? Or funk? Eh, I wouldn't go that far, though I could see some of these tunes working in a retro, nu-disco space-funk sort of set. There's plenty of musicianship going on such that Tosca wouldn't feel out of place with the classics.
Saturday, February 13, 2021
The Herbaliser - Blow Your Headphones
Ninja Tune: 1997
Is this The Herbaliser's break-out album? Well, it's got A Mother on it, the tune that opened up Kruder & Dorfmeister's contribution to the DJ-Kicks series, which counts for something. So much so, that it just might be Jake and Ollie's most well-known song, which is remarkable considering it wasn't released as a single, nor made the cut on their 2010 retrospective compilation Herbal Tonic. Still, it must have been popular enough for them to include two versions of it on here, the other titled Another Mother. This is also the point when the DJing duo started expanding their sound from strict jazzy trip-hop exercises, incorporating actual musicians and lyricists. Okay, the musicians part was more for the tours at this stage in The Herbaliser's lifespan, but the lyricists, they be here.
More so though, this was about the time Ninja Tune itself started breaking out as an indie label with real potential, a promising growing roster that held more than whatever project Coldcut and crew was up to. True, they were riding on that 'electronica' wave that threw trip-hop favourite Mo'Wax into the pie, but exposure was exposure, even if it was in the backwash of everything else getting the hype. The Herbaliser benefited from this no less, though that aforementioned K&D rub didn't hurt either.
If anything, Blow Your Headphones captures the sound folks would come to associate with the label for nearly a decade after. That's either its greatest strength or an unfortunate weakness, depending on how you come into this album. Great, if you love the classic Ninja Tune trip-jazz funk-hop sounds, and enjoy consuming it from an era it was still quite fresh. Or you found it to grow rather stale after a while, and this is just a reminder that the label had a real tough time evolving as the years wore on. Actually, that's hardly accurate at all, the Ninja posse including many unique artists in the coming decade. Could they help it if their biggest stars and most prominent compilation contributors came from this mould? Okay, maybe a little – all about that sweet licensing exposure, amirite?
So the nu-hop acid-scratch vibes dominate, with tracks like both Mothers, Ginger Jumps the Fence, and Shorty's Judgement leading the charge. A couple tracks (Put It On Tape, Shocker Zulu) slow things right down into near illbient waters, plus a whole pile of interstitial tracks litter about. There's a jazz-hop cut in Saturday Night with some of that rappity-rap going on, but the bulk of the lyricism on Blow Your Headphones features What? What? She also goes by Run Run Shaw, Tsidi Ibrahim, and Jean Grae. With the jazz influences getting ultra-thick on her cuts (The Blend, New + Improved, Bring It), I can't help but think I'm listening to some of Guru's Jazzmatazz selections. I suspect The Herbaliser sensed it too, the beats they provide her quite indebted to DJ Premier. Well, except that pure beatnik-gangsta poetry outing in Hardcore. Weird one, that.
Is this The Herbaliser's break-out album? Well, it's got A Mother on it, the tune that opened up Kruder & Dorfmeister's contribution to the DJ-Kicks series, which counts for something. So much so, that it just might be Jake and Ollie's most well-known song, which is remarkable considering it wasn't released as a single, nor made the cut on their 2010 retrospective compilation Herbal Tonic. Still, it must have been popular enough for them to include two versions of it on here, the other titled Another Mother. This is also the point when the DJing duo started expanding their sound from strict jazzy trip-hop exercises, incorporating actual musicians and lyricists. Okay, the musicians part was more for the tours at this stage in The Herbaliser's lifespan, but the lyricists, they be here.
More so though, this was about the time Ninja Tune itself started breaking out as an indie label with real potential, a promising growing roster that held more than whatever project Coldcut and crew was up to. True, they were riding on that 'electronica' wave that threw trip-hop favourite Mo'Wax into the pie, but exposure was exposure, even if it was in the backwash of everything else getting the hype. The Herbaliser benefited from this no less, though that aforementioned K&D rub didn't hurt either.
If anything, Blow Your Headphones captures the sound folks would come to associate with the label for nearly a decade after. That's either its greatest strength or an unfortunate weakness, depending on how you come into this album. Great, if you love the classic Ninja Tune trip-jazz funk-hop sounds, and enjoy consuming it from an era it was still quite fresh. Or you found it to grow rather stale after a while, and this is just a reminder that the label had a real tough time evolving as the years wore on. Actually, that's hardly accurate at all, the Ninja posse including many unique artists in the coming decade. Could they help it if their biggest stars and most prominent compilation contributors came from this mould? Okay, maybe a little – all about that sweet licensing exposure, amirite?
So the nu-hop acid-scratch vibes dominate, with tracks like both Mothers, Ginger Jumps the Fence, and Shorty's Judgement leading the charge. A couple tracks (Put It On Tape, Shocker Zulu) slow things right down into near illbient waters, plus a whole pile of interstitial tracks litter about. There's a jazz-hop cut in Saturday Night with some of that rappity-rap going on, but the bulk of the lyricism on Blow Your Headphones features What? What? She also goes by Run Run Shaw, Tsidi Ibrahim, and Jean Grae. With the jazz influences getting ultra-thick on her cuts (The Blend, New + Improved, Bring It), I can't help but think I'm listening to some of Guru's Jazzmatazz selections. I suspect The Herbaliser sensed it too, the beats they provide her quite indebted to DJ Premier. Well, except that pure beatnik-gangsta poetry outing in Hardcore. Weird one, that.
Wednesday, January 27, 2021
Bonobo - Black Sands
Ninja Tune: 2010
Migration may have been Bonobo's deliberate attempt at having crossover success, but Black Sands may remain his most popular album. Never mind this one is owned by over twelve-thousand members of Discogs' community, well outpacing Migration's 'mere' eight-thousand. On a track-by-track basis, Spotify's streaming numbers puts Black Sands' songs properly above Migration's, though the King Bonobo cut goes to The North Borders' Cirrus. All that pre-hype as a lead single in the follow-up to Black Sands no doubt helped its cause. Of course, this all could be explained by the fact Black Sands has a seven year head start on Migration to rack up such numbers, but I prefer going with the theory that Black Sands is a better overall album.
For sure it's an album in transition. The first clutch of Bonobo records mostly stuck to that traditional Ninja Tune-y trip-hop vibe that was so prevalent in the early '00s. They were good enough to gain a dedicated following, but not enough to branch beyond that. By the late '00s, however, it was abundantly clear change was afoot in UK downtempo-land: trip-hop was finally on the way out, jazzy urban soul and future garage was in. Simon Green had already explored some of the former on Days To Come, and 2010 was as good as any year to start dabbling in the latter. Just in time to hit those lucrative festival circuits playing nothing but the latter!
Actually, there isn't that much more of it here, Black Sands offering a wide variety of old and new Bonobo. For sure the album hits you right out the gate in Kiara with the wonky rhythm and chirpy chiptune bleeps while a Far East string melody plays along, but follow-up Kong is pure vintage Ninja Tune hop-step, steady-cool groove. Then Eyesdown gets in on that skippity-shuffle beat while Andreya Triana croons along, while El Toro has fun with acid jazz. Wait, really? Yah, really. Call it 'electro swing' if you must, but we all know what it really is.
The genre hopping/fusions continue throughout Black Sands, each track hitting upon their own unique vibe, the album never losing its way for the ride. Did I mention a lot of this is done with instrumentation performed by Bonobo himself? Yeah, there's a number of featured guests, especially on El Toro and the titular finale. Yet tunes are arranged such that it kinda'-sorta' still sounds like sample-based downtempo music, with subtle electronic gimmickry enhancing the studio sessions. Heck, on the aforementioned titular finale, a big ol' cinematic jazz outing with contributions from Jack Baker (drums), Mike Lesirge (flute and clarinet), Mike Simmonds (violin), Alan Hardiman (trombone) and Ryan Jacob (trumpet), Mr. Green also plays guitar, piano, double bass, xylophone, mandolin, and harmonium. Ahh, the wonders of multi-track recording.
Does this mean that Black Sands has converted me to the Bonobo Brotherhood? Well, it got me checking out more of his earlier output, which is all any artist can hope for from late adopters.
Migration may have been Bonobo's deliberate attempt at having crossover success, but Black Sands may remain his most popular album. Never mind this one is owned by over twelve-thousand members of Discogs' community, well outpacing Migration's 'mere' eight-thousand. On a track-by-track basis, Spotify's streaming numbers puts Black Sands' songs properly above Migration's, though the King Bonobo cut goes to The North Borders' Cirrus. All that pre-hype as a lead single in the follow-up to Black Sands no doubt helped its cause. Of course, this all could be explained by the fact Black Sands has a seven year head start on Migration to rack up such numbers, but I prefer going with the theory that Black Sands is a better overall album.
For sure it's an album in transition. The first clutch of Bonobo records mostly stuck to that traditional Ninja Tune-y trip-hop vibe that was so prevalent in the early '00s. They were good enough to gain a dedicated following, but not enough to branch beyond that. By the late '00s, however, it was abundantly clear change was afoot in UK downtempo-land: trip-hop was finally on the way out, jazzy urban soul and future garage was in. Simon Green had already explored some of the former on Days To Come, and 2010 was as good as any year to start dabbling in the latter. Just in time to hit those lucrative festival circuits playing nothing but the latter!
Actually, there isn't that much more of it here, Black Sands offering a wide variety of old and new Bonobo. For sure the album hits you right out the gate in Kiara with the wonky rhythm and chirpy chiptune bleeps while a Far East string melody plays along, but follow-up Kong is pure vintage Ninja Tune hop-step, steady-cool groove. Then Eyesdown gets in on that skippity-shuffle beat while Andreya Triana croons along, while El Toro has fun with acid jazz. Wait, really? Yah, really. Call it 'electro swing' if you must, but we all know what it really is.
The genre hopping/fusions continue throughout Black Sands, each track hitting upon their own unique vibe, the album never losing its way for the ride. Did I mention a lot of this is done with instrumentation performed by Bonobo himself? Yeah, there's a number of featured guests, especially on El Toro and the titular finale. Yet tunes are arranged such that it kinda'-sorta' still sounds like sample-based downtempo music, with subtle electronic gimmickry enhancing the studio sessions. Heck, on the aforementioned titular finale, a big ol' cinematic jazz outing with contributions from Jack Baker (drums), Mike Lesirge (flute and clarinet), Mike Simmonds (violin), Alan Hardiman (trombone) and Ryan Jacob (trumpet), Mr. Green also plays guitar, piano, double bass, xylophone, mandolin, and harmonium. Ahh, the wonders of multi-track recording.
Does this mean that Black Sands has converted me to the Bonobo Brotherhood? Well, it got me checking out more of his earlier output, which is all any artist can hope for from late adopters.
Labels:
2010,
acid jazz,
album,
Bonobo,
downtempo,
future garage,
Ninja Tune,
nu-jazz,
soul,
trip-hop
Monday, October 26, 2020
UNKLE - Psyence Fiction
Mo Wax: 1998
(a Patreon Request from Philoi)
Perhaps one of the most anticipated debut albums in the '90s trip-hop 'osphere. Heck, in all of 'electronica'? Okay, maybe not to that degree – I seem to recall endless hype for that long delayed Sasha album, but not so much this. That could just be my Canadian West Coast bias talking, only privy to the sort of hype that got imported my way. I feel, however, that while I knew plenty about DJ Shadow, DJ Krush, and Rob Dougan as the '90s wore on, I didn't know much about the label that supported them, much less the man behind it. Regardless of a teenaged Canuck's ignorance though, there had to be significant buzz surrounding James Lavelle's project.
Not just in seeing what the mind behind Mo' Wax could create. Lavelle had already released a couple UNKLE EPs earlier in the decade, so folks had an inkling of his production talents. Having cultivated such a roster though, plus creating so many high-profile connections within the music industry within that time, not to mention 'electronica' having enough crossover appeal that even the 'illustrious' rock world was taking an interest... Well, you can imagine Mr. Lavelle feeling just a tad over-whelmed by the pressure of producing nothing less than a magnum opus right out the gate. He almost got there too.
Psyence Fiction could have gone so very, terribly wrong, a potentially bloated album of over-stuffed musical ideas, all the while dependant on all-star collaborations in a show-off of Mr. Lavelle's super-awesome industry connections. Reading reviews from when this first dropped, that seems to be the impression too. And heck, had I heard this when it first came out, I'd probably also have thought as such. Thom Yorke? Jason Newsted of Metallica? The London Session Orchestra? Man, that just ain't propah underground t'ings, mate.
I didn't listen to this when it was new though. Heck, I've hadn't heard this album in full until now, for the purpose of review. There's been two decades worth of actual 'overblown industry records' in that time, many of which are of far less quality than what's offered on Psyence Fiction. Absolutely there remain a few instances of Lavelle doing more than was necessary – anything with the orchestra, really – but when these tracks slap, they slap hard!
We can thank DJ Shadow's contributions for keeping things level-headed, basically Lavelle's right-hand man in this project. Whatever wild idea James throws out, there's always a steady, rugged, scratch-happy rhythmic rudder holding it together. Rock freak outs (Nursery Rhyme / Breather)? No problem. Ol' school b-boy rappin' with Kool G Rap (Guns Blazing (Drums Of Death Part 1)) or Mike D (The Knock (Drums Of Death Part 2))? Right on! Cinematic electro (Celestial Annihilation)? Okay, getting a little opulent there, but cool. Desolate folk ditties (Chaos)? Straying kinda' far now, aren't we? Moody warbling with sluggish downtempo beats and psychedelic sampling (Bloodstain, Lonely Soul, Rabbit In Your Headlights)? What is this, a trip-hop album?
(a Patreon Request from Philoi)
Perhaps one of the most anticipated debut albums in the '90s trip-hop 'osphere. Heck, in all of 'electronica'? Okay, maybe not to that degree – I seem to recall endless hype for that long delayed Sasha album, but not so much this. That could just be my Canadian West Coast bias talking, only privy to the sort of hype that got imported my way. I feel, however, that while I knew plenty about DJ Shadow, DJ Krush, and Rob Dougan as the '90s wore on, I didn't know much about the label that supported them, much less the man behind it. Regardless of a teenaged Canuck's ignorance though, there had to be significant buzz surrounding James Lavelle's project.
Not just in seeing what the mind behind Mo' Wax could create. Lavelle had already released a couple UNKLE EPs earlier in the decade, so folks had an inkling of his production talents. Having cultivated such a roster though, plus creating so many high-profile connections within the music industry within that time, not to mention 'electronica' having enough crossover appeal that even the 'illustrious' rock world was taking an interest... Well, you can imagine Mr. Lavelle feeling just a tad over-whelmed by the pressure of producing nothing less than a magnum opus right out the gate. He almost got there too.
Psyence Fiction could have gone so very, terribly wrong, a potentially bloated album of over-stuffed musical ideas, all the while dependant on all-star collaborations in a show-off of Mr. Lavelle's super-awesome industry connections. Reading reviews from when this first dropped, that seems to be the impression too. And heck, had I heard this when it first came out, I'd probably also have thought as such. Thom Yorke? Jason Newsted of Metallica? The London Session Orchestra? Man, that just ain't propah underground t'ings, mate.
I didn't listen to this when it was new though. Heck, I've hadn't heard this album in full until now, for the purpose of review. There's been two decades worth of actual 'overblown industry records' in that time, many of which are of far less quality than what's offered on Psyence Fiction. Absolutely there remain a few instances of Lavelle doing more than was necessary – anything with the orchestra, really – but when these tracks slap, they slap hard!
We can thank DJ Shadow's contributions for keeping things level-headed, basically Lavelle's right-hand man in this project. Whatever wild idea James throws out, there's always a steady, rugged, scratch-happy rhythmic rudder holding it together. Rock freak outs (Nursery Rhyme / Breather)? No problem. Ol' school b-boy rappin' with Kool G Rap (Guns Blazing (Drums Of Death Part 1)) or Mike D (The Knock (Drums Of Death Part 2))? Right on! Cinematic electro (Celestial Annihilation)? Okay, getting a little opulent there, but cool. Desolate folk ditties (Chaos)? Straying kinda' far now, aren't we? Moody warbling with sluggish downtempo beats and psychedelic sampling (Bloodstain, Lonely Soul, Rabbit In Your Headlights)? What is this, a trip-hop album?
Sunday, September 6, 2020
Mr. Scruff - Keep It Unreal (10th Anniversary Analogue Remaster Edition)
Ninja Tune: 1999/2009
This is thought of as a landmark album in the world of jazzy chill-out music, but it certainly wasn't considered that when it first dropped. Trip-hop was still the dominate form of late-night lounge music, with purer jazz explorations (a nu form, if you will) yet to re-emerge as a trend. If you listened to Mr. Scruff's tunes prior to this major debut on Ninja Tune, not to mention many of the tracks that appear on here, you can still hear trip-hop's influence. Something on that swingin' jazz tip seemed almost a novelty by the end of the '90s (thanks, Brian Seltzer), no one quite sure what to make of it.
Still, such sounds had been floating about electronic music for at least a decade, from the seminal acid jazz works out of Acid Jazz, all the way to the commercial dance charts with Doop's Doop. I'm honestly surprised some of the tunes on Keep It Unreal weren't considered such. True, the notion of what even was acid jazz at that point was basically a dead topic, folks generally lumping those sounds with nu-jazz, or jazzdance, or downtempo, or...
Basically, anything other than acid jazz, since it was no longer so trendy to call yourself that. Frankly, if it's dancey with a kinda'-sorta' house beat to it, you're fine calling it acid jazz. Wait, no, don't go calling it 'electro swing'! That's even- Ahh, too late. Get A Move On is on all those future electro swing compilations now, isn't it. What have thee wrought, O' Scruffian One?
So Get A Move On was the big track off here, while Blackpool Roll and Cheeky joins in on that happy go-lucky swingin' house-jazz vibe. Honeydew is more of what you'd expect to hear on acid-chill comps in the near future, with sultry vocals care of Fiona Renshaw. Further along, Roots Manuva adds some be-bop jazz-hop slangin' to Jusjus. And in what would become something of a running theme with Mr. Scruff records, a couple cut-n-paste quirky tunes regarding aquatic things are here in Shanty Town and Fish. Reminds me of Kid Koala at his silliest, but with much less scratching. Still, you can't resist singing along to “the whale was in full view” in Shanty Town. Attenborough clips don't hurt either.
That's only about half the album though, and mostly at the bookends of a play-through. A large chunk of Keep It Unreal is made up of the sort of jazzy Ninja Tune downtempo that instantly springs to mind when you think jazzy Ninja Tune downtempo. The 10th anniversary bonus disc featuring unused tracks are of similar vein, just not quite as good as what made the cut. Nothing out of the norm, is what I'm saying, thus not so surprising that folks initially slept on this. Maybe it needed more of the potato men in the original cover art to draw them in. Nah, just get those tracks licensed out to compilations and ads. That'll get the buzz going!
This is thought of as a landmark album in the world of jazzy chill-out music, but it certainly wasn't considered that when it first dropped. Trip-hop was still the dominate form of late-night lounge music, with purer jazz explorations (a nu form, if you will) yet to re-emerge as a trend. If you listened to Mr. Scruff's tunes prior to this major debut on Ninja Tune, not to mention many of the tracks that appear on here, you can still hear trip-hop's influence. Something on that swingin' jazz tip seemed almost a novelty by the end of the '90s (thanks, Brian Seltzer), no one quite sure what to make of it.
Still, such sounds had been floating about electronic music for at least a decade, from the seminal acid jazz works out of Acid Jazz, all the way to the commercial dance charts with Doop's Doop. I'm honestly surprised some of the tunes on Keep It Unreal weren't considered such. True, the notion of what even was acid jazz at that point was basically a dead topic, folks generally lumping those sounds with nu-jazz, or jazzdance, or downtempo, or...
Basically, anything other than acid jazz, since it was no longer so trendy to call yourself that. Frankly, if it's dancey with a kinda'-sorta' house beat to it, you're fine calling it acid jazz. Wait, no, don't go calling it 'electro swing'! That's even- Ahh, too late. Get A Move On is on all those future electro swing compilations now, isn't it. What have thee wrought, O' Scruffian One?
So Get A Move On was the big track off here, while Blackpool Roll and Cheeky joins in on that happy go-lucky swingin' house-jazz vibe. Honeydew is more of what you'd expect to hear on acid-chill comps in the near future, with sultry vocals care of Fiona Renshaw. Further along, Roots Manuva adds some be-bop jazz-hop slangin' to Jusjus. And in what would become something of a running theme with Mr. Scruff records, a couple cut-n-paste quirky tunes regarding aquatic things are here in Shanty Town and Fish. Reminds me of Kid Koala at his silliest, but with much less scratching. Still, you can't resist singing along to “the whale was in full view” in Shanty Town. Attenborough clips don't hurt either.
That's only about half the album though, and mostly at the bookends of a play-through. A large chunk of Keep It Unreal is made up of the sort of jazzy Ninja Tune downtempo that instantly springs to mind when you think jazzy Ninja Tune downtempo. The 10th anniversary bonus disc featuring unused tracks are of similar vein, just not quite as good as what made the cut. Nothing out of the norm, is what I'm saying, thus not so surprising that folks initially slept on this. Maybe it needed more of the potato men in the original cover art to draw them in. Nah, just get those tracks licensed out to compilations and ads. That'll get the buzz going!
Saturday, August 22, 2020
Part-Sub-Merged - Four Forests
fsoldigital.com: 2007
Going direct to The Future Sound Of London's website to buy their music is good and all, but what's better are the few items from other artists along with the endless side-projects and alternate aliases. Daniel Pemberton, Neotropic, Ross Baker, and so on. What better way to discover someone new, especially if they come with a FSOL seal of approval! Who to choose, though, who to choose? As is so often the case, I went with my gut instinct, wherein my gut tells me to pick out an item with cover art that somehow resonates with me (often blue). Ah, this here wintry scene of barren trees partially obscured by a frost-encrusted glen fog. Reminds me of so many ambient dronescape releases I've dabbled in. 'Part-Sub-Merged'? Never heard of 'em before, so must be proper obscure. Sounds like a worthy candidate for a blind purchase, I reckon.
The project is obscure, yes, but not the producer behind it, for Part-Sub-Merged is none other than Brian Dougans. You may know him for his early seminal acid house work as Humanoid, or being one-half of psych-rockers Amorphous Androgynous (among other, incidental things). Not that I realized it when I bought it, the digital download offering little in the way of details. It's like, they expected the only folks who'd be interested in this would have already known that FSOL made a DVD movie, and this was the musical tie-in. I didn't though. I just saw an intriguing bit of cover-art in their digital shop, and went in cold-blind. Did make me curious of what this Four Forests film looked like.
Good luck finding that. The DVD was only available through the glitch.tv website, a rather archaic domain of custom FSOL gear and whatnot. A few selected vids can be found on YouTube though, which gives a decent idea of what you're in for. Drives out to the country, wanderings about the forests, a bunch of trippy effects and layered images, all doing that abstract art thing FSOL have been known for since their earliest days. It's interesting enough if the group's visual aesthetic isn't a turnoff, in a Boards Of Canada sort of way.
And speaking of retro music making, the score for this little film is pure '70s weirdness and experimentation, with a touch of the modern production quality thrown in. I'm sure you could squeeze contemporary genre tags into some of these pieces - Slight Movement as trip-hop, Cark as... dub, I guess? Melody isn't high on Brain's mind with this though, most of these tracks short pieces of musique concrete effects most definitely better suited for visual accompaniment. Occasionally something resembling a trippy tune emerges – the creepy bleep of Second Glance, the twee mini-Moog melody of First Breath, the outright psychedelic ambience of Held - but these aren't the norm.
Nothing about Four Forests is normal though. For sure check it out if you're insatiably curious, but this remains one of FSOL's most obscure items, deservedly so.
Going direct to The Future Sound Of London's website to buy their music is good and all, but what's better are the few items from other artists along with the endless side-projects and alternate aliases. Daniel Pemberton, Neotropic, Ross Baker, and so on. What better way to discover someone new, especially if they come with a FSOL seal of approval! Who to choose, though, who to choose? As is so often the case, I went with my gut instinct, wherein my gut tells me to pick out an item with cover art that somehow resonates with me (often blue). Ah, this here wintry scene of barren trees partially obscured by a frost-encrusted glen fog. Reminds me of so many ambient dronescape releases I've dabbled in. 'Part-Sub-Merged'? Never heard of 'em before, so must be proper obscure. Sounds like a worthy candidate for a blind purchase, I reckon.
The project is obscure, yes, but not the producer behind it, for Part-Sub-Merged is none other than Brian Dougans. You may know him for his early seminal acid house work as Humanoid, or being one-half of psych-rockers Amorphous Androgynous (among other, incidental things). Not that I realized it when I bought it, the digital download offering little in the way of details. It's like, they expected the only folks who'd be interested in this would have already known that FSOL made a DVD movie, and this was the musical tie-in. I didn't though. I just saw an intriguing bit of cover-art in their digital shop, and went in cold-blind. Did make me curious of what this Four Forests film looked like.
Good luck finding that. The DVD was only available through the glitch.tv website, a rather archaic domain of custom FSOL gear and whatnot. A few selected vids can be found on YouTube though, which gives a decent idea of what you're in for. Drives out to the country, wanderings about the forests, a bunch of trippy effects and layered images, all doing that abstract art thing FSOL have been known for since their earliest days. It's interesting enough if the group's visual aesthetic isn't a turnoff, in a Boards Of Canada sort of way.
And speaking of retro music making, the score for this little film is pure '70s weirdness and experimentation, with a touch of the modern production quality thrown in. I'm sure you could squeeze contemporary genre tags into some of these pieces - Slight Movement as trip-hop, Cark as... dub, I guess? Melody isn't high on Brain's mind with this though, most of these tracks short pieces of musique concrete effects most definitely better suited for visual accompaniment. Occasionally something resembling a trippy tune emerges – the creepy bleep of Second Glance, the twee mini-Moog melody of First Breath, the outright psychedelic ambience of Held - but these aren't the norm.
Nothing about Four Forests is normal though. For sure check it out if you're insatiably curious, but this remains one of FSOL's most obscure items, deservedly so.
Sunday, August 16, 2020
Way Out West - Don't Look Now
Distinct'ive Records: 2004
(a Patreon Request from Philoi)
Like Hybrid, I never thought I'd dig into the discography of Way Out West. I liked the odd track I'd hear from them, but the general discourse of “each album is less interesting than the last” didn't inspire much curiosity from yours truly. Still, I took a chance on Intensity, quite enjoyed it, and will get around to their self-titled debut in due time. Meanwhile, I'm here reviewing by request Don't Look Now. Hey, that was, like, one of TranceCritic's first ever reviews! Let us never speak of it again.
Way Out West were often fancied prog-house taste-makers, helping usher in a young prog-breaks scene while Nick Warren handled a pile of Global Underground sets. There's very little taste-making going on with this album though, the duo clearly hearing the winds of change, hitching their wagon to the emergent McProg sound of the mid-'00s. They even went out and got their own vocalist, billed here as Omi (Lord Discogs tells me she performed as Emma Hall with Starecase prior).
This could have been a great album, easily on par with their older works – Nick and Jody remain talented producers no matter how 'basic' their songcraft gets. However, it feels like the sequencing of Don't Look Now is totally borked. It starts as you'd expect of a group trying to get on that Hybrid-prestige, Anything But You a decent prog-breaks outing while letting Omi do her thing. All momentum of the album is sucked out, however, with a watery trip-hop follow-up. Plus, if you came in already feeling suspect about Omi turning into a major focal point (centre-spot on the cover art doesn't help), this wouldn't have allayed your worries. Never mind she doesn't appear much after (only three more songs out of twelve total), the front-loaded impression is difficult to shake.
The middle run of tracks are all serviceable stabs at various forms of prog (house/breaks/slowbeat?) but I cannot deny my attention often drifting as they play. Chasing Rainbows' languid pace and dreamy guitars are quite nice, while Fear triggers all the right McProg-enjoying endorphins lurking somewhere in the recesses of my brain.
Still, I feel stupid for not really getting into this album until Killa, just because it's such a simple, dumb-fun tune (those chants! D'at thunderous beat!), your reptile brain can't help but take notice. From there, more intuitive breaks action comes care of Northern Lights (the sort of science some undoubtedly expected from the start), while Melt is a pleasant little ditty for Omi to take us out on. Oh, wait, they got Ulrich Schnauss with them for the actual closer, Absinthe Dreams a weirdo trip-hop session that certainly fits the title.
Regardless of how folks reacted to Don't Look Now, it ended up being a one-time outing. Omi would never return, while Nick and Jody split off for solo pursuits for half a decade. It does hold up better than most commercial prog of the day, but that's not a terribly high bar to pass.
(a Patreon Request from Philoi)
Like Hybrid, I never thought I'd dig into the discography of Way Out West. I liked the odd track I'd hear from them, but the general discourse of “each album is less interesting than the last” didn't inspire much curiosity from yours truly. Still, I took a chance on Intensity, quite enjoyed it, and will get around to their self-titled debut in due time. Meanwhile, I'm here reviewing by request Don't Look Now. Hey, that was, like, one of TranceCritic's first ever reviews! Let us never speak of it again.
Way Out West were often fancied prog-house taste-makers, helping usher in a young prog-breaks scene while Nick Warren handled a pile of Global Underground sets. There's very little taste-making going on with this album though, the duo clearly hearing the winds of change, hitching their wagon to the emergent McProg sound of the mid-'00s. They even went out and got their own vocalist, billed here as Omi (Lord Discogs tells me she performed as Emma Hall with Starecase prior).
This could have been a great album, easily on par with their older works – Nick and Jody remain talented producers no matter how 'basic' their songcraft gets. However, it feels like the sequencing of Don't Look Now is totally borked. It starts as you'd expect of a group trying to get on that Hybrid-prestige, Anything But You a decent prog-breaks outing while letting Omi do her thing. All momentum of the album is sucked out, however, with a watery trip-hop follow-up. Plus, if you came in already feeling suspect about Omi turning into a major focal point (centre-spot on the cover art doesn't help), this wouldn't have allayed your worries. Never mind she doesn't appear much after (only three more songs out of twelve total), the front-loaded impression is difficult to shake.
The middle run of tracks are all serviceable stabs at various forms of prog (house/breaks/slowbeat?) but I cannot deny my attention often drifting as they play. Chasing Rainbows' languid pace and dreamy guitars are quite nice, while Fear triggers all the right McProg-enjoying endorphins lurking somewhere in the recesses of my brain.
Still, I feel stupid for not really getting into this album until Killa, just because it's such a simple, dumb-fun tune (those chants! D'at thunderous beat!), your reptile brain can't help but take notice. From there, more intuitive breaks action comes care of Northern Lights (the sort of science some undoubtedly expected from the start), while Melt is a pleasant little ditty for Omi to take us out on. Oh, wait, they got Ulrich Schnauss with them for the actual closer, Absinthe Dreams a weirdo trip-hop session that certainly fits the title.
Regardless of how folks reacted to Don't Look Now, it ended up being a one-time outing. Omi would never return, while Nick and Jody split off for solo pursuits for half a decade. It does hold up better than most commercial prog of the day, but that's not a terribly high bar to pass.
Wednesday, July 22, 2020
Frou Frou - Details
MCA Records: 2002
(a Patreon Request)
Like 97% of the world, I've only really known Imogen Heap via memes. Absolutely she has fans that extend beyond those hearing her synthesized croon as some helpless schlub is ironically shot in slow motion. Some of them even existed before Hide And Seek became her defining work. The amount of buzz that single generated for her career cannot be denied though, going from a non-charting oddity to Top 5 selling artist in America. Even Zach Braff including her Frou Frou track Let Go didn't accomplish that!
Right, to call this a strict Imogen project would do Guy Sigsworth a great injustice. Yeah, that's her voice on all the songs, and her glamming it up like she's about to go shopping Madison Avenue on the cover art, but Frou Frou was initially the brain-birth of Mr. Sigsworth. He'd participated in a few mildly successful UK bands in the '90s, but truly made a name for himself lending his production talents to the likes of Seal, Madonna, and Björk. He also crossed paths with a young lass with a quirky name, and helped produce her debut single called Getting Scared. I cannot deny it's weird seeing Ms. Heap as a raver-goth grrl in that video, given the future her career would take.
Anyhow, itching to make a proper album of his own, Guy set out to do just that, working under the project handle of Frou Frou. Realizing he needed a little female vocal talent to give his songs that extra bit of class, he got in touch with Imogen again for a contributing lyric or two. She soon became so involved with the creative process that they decided to make the whole Frou Frou gig a collaborative process. And thus Details came forth to much... mm, no, 'aplomb' isn't the right word. It did okay, from what I can tell (I recall Breathe In being rather popular on the radio for a spell), but it didn't light the UK on fire either. Still, those college kids in America seemed to like it, enough for a lengthy tour there.
I can hear why this album was popular with such a particular demographic – this totally makes sense hearing out at coffee shops or sorority parties. Guy definitely knows his way around a studio, expertly blending multitudes of instruments and musical styles into an indie-pop soup such that Details defies easy genre classification (my WMP suggests New Wave; capital attempt, ol' chap). To my ears though, that studio expertise flattens my enjoyment out of this album. The music within is just a tad too slick and polished, such that it kinda' fades to the background of my attention after a few tracks (the delightfully twee Maddening Shroud notwithstanding). As for Imogen, she sounds fine, I guess, certainly an integral part of the Frou Frou package. The chorus to Breathe In aside, however, nothing here eclipses Hide And Seek. And how could it, the latter a fixture of late '00s meme culture?
(a Patreon Request)
Like 97% of the world, I've only really known Imogen Heap via memes. Absolutely she has fans that extend beyond those hearing her synthesized croon as some helpless schlub is ironically shot in slow motion. Some of them even existed before Hide And Seek became her defining work. The amount of buzz that single generated for her career cannot be denied though, going from a non-charting oddity to Top 5 selling artist in America. Even Zach Braff including her Frou Frou track Let Go didn't accomplish that!
Right, to call this a strict Imogen project would do Guy Sigsworth a great injustice. Yeah, that's her voice on all the songs, and her glamming it up like she's about to go shopping Madison Avenue on the cover art, but Frou Frou was initially the brain-birth of Mr. Sigsworth. He'd participated in a few mildly successful UK bands in the '90s, but truly made a name for himself lending his production talents to the likes of Seal, Madonna, and Björk. He also crossed paths with a young lass with a quirky name, and helped produce her debut single called Getting Scared. I cannot deny it's weird seeing Ms. Heap as a raver-goth grrl in that video, given the future her career would take.
Anyhow, itching to make a proper album of his own, Guy set out to do just that, working under the project handle of Frou Frou. Realizing he needed a little female vocal talent to give his songs that extra bit of class, he got in touch with Imogen again for a contributing lyric or two. She soon became so involved with the creative process that they decided to make the whole Frou Frou gig a collaborative process. And thus Details came forth to much... mm, no, 'aplomb' isn't the right word. It did okay, from what I can tell (I recall Breathe In being rather popular on the radio for a spell), but it didn't light the UK on fire either. Still, those college kids in America seemed to like it, enough for a lengthy tour there.
I can hear why this album was popular with such a particular demographic – this totally makes sense hearing out at coffee shops or sorority parties. Guy definitely knows his way around a studio, expertly blending multitudes of instruments and musical styles into an indie-pop soup such that Details defies easy genre classification (my WMP suggests New Wave; capital attempt, ol' chap). To my ears though, that studio expertise flattens my enjoyment out of this album. The music within is just a tad too slick and polished, such that it kinda' fades to the background of my attention after a few tracks (the delightfully twee Maddening Shroud notwithstanding). As for Imogen, she sounds fine, I guess, certainly an integral part of the Frou Frou package. The chorus to Breathe In aside, however, nothing here eclipses Hide And Seek. And how could it, the latter a fixture of late '00s meme culture?
Wednesday, March 11, 2020
Underworld - Beaucoup Fish
V2: 1999
Working at my little music shop gave me access to all the hot, new 'electronica' CDs before they were to hit the streets (back when such things as internet leaks were hushed whispers). So when Underworld announced Beaucoup Fish, I was eager to get that within my hands for bragging rights. I was already rather late to the bandwagon, having only given their earlier works a passing interest (yay Hackers overplay!). Born Slippy changed plenty of opinions though, including mine, so with only their prior big singles being my main point of exposure, you can imagine my surprise at how chill this album went. Oh, it's got its bangers too, but overall this was quite the knowledge drop on how diverse the Underworld discography could be.
And I liked it! Yet, as I recall, general impressions weren't quite so keen. Folks didn't hate it or anything, just weren't talking it up to the same degree as Dubnobass or Second Toughest (after Born Slippy was added to it). I quite appreciated hearing something more classy and soulful though, especially when most popular crossover stuff was big boshy beats or trance-pants 'tastic. Yeah yeah, if I dug around, I'd find the goods, but you gotta' remember where I was stuck at the time. For a 'mainstream' 'electronica' 'record', there wasn't much like Beaucoup Fish on the market that year. Like, what else, Leftfield's Rhythm & Stealth? Moby's Play??
What's odd about this album, however, is despite liking it, there's always been this strange mental gap for a chunk of it. The opening clutch of tracks are easily burned into my brain, because half of the live album Everything, Everything uses the same tunes. Yet after King Of Snake, I couldn't recall much of anything until Kittens, and I only instantly recognize that tune thanks to its inclusion on the Wipeout 3 soundtrack. It would always come up on that game's supposed 'random' playlist; that and The Chemical Brothers' Under The Influence. C'mon, Wipeout 3, give me more of the Sasha originals, why don't ya'?
*ahem* The clever chill-out counterpoint to Push Upstairs, Push Downstairs follows, with the frantic, manic, Moaner making for a strong closer. That middle of Beaucoup Fish is a real blank though. It's not that big a deal, mind you, the three songs here the shortest of the bunch. Unfortunately, Winjer's soft pitter-patter rhythms and muted vocoder vocals is quite the comedown following King Of Snake, while Skym is little more than a chance for Karl to get his lonesome croon on. And I'd completely forgotten about Bruce Lee, which sounds like Underworld trying to do a heavy, rocky trip-hop thing? Not the best fit for a band best known for the thumping techno and cool groove.
Ultimately, Beaucoup Fish is a fine capper on The Emerson Years, providing the sort of tunes you'd expect of Underworld of this era while showing hints of future genre explorations from Hyde and Smith. Huh, what a limp way to end a review.
Working at my little music shop gave me access to all the hot, new 'electronica' CDs before they were to hit the streets (back when such things as internet leaks were hushed whispers). So when Underworld announced Beaucoup Fish, I was eager to get that within my hands for bragging rights. I was already rather late to the bandwagon, having only given their earlier works a passing interest (yay Hackers overplay!). Born Slippy changed plenty of opinions though, including mine, so with only their prior big singles being my main point of exposure, you can imagine my surprise at how chill this album went. Oh, it's got its bangers too, but overall this was quite the knowledge drop on how diverse the Underworld discography could be.
And I liked it! Yet, as I recall, general impressions weren't quite so keen. Folks didn't hate it or anything, just weren't talking it up to the same degree as Dubnobass or Second Toughest (after Born Slippy was added to it). I quite appreciated hearing something more classy and soulful though, especially when most popular crossover stuff was big boshy beats or trance-pants 'tastic. Yeah yeah, if I dug around, I'd find the goods, but you gotta' remember where I was stuck at the time. For a 'mainstream' 'electronica' 'record', there wasn't much like Beaucoup Fish on the market that year. Like, what else, Leftfield's Rhythm & Stealth? Moby's Play??
What's odd about this album, however, is despite liking it, there's always been this strange mental gap for a chunk of it. The opening clutch of tracks are easily burned into my brain, because half of the live album Everything, Everything uses the same tunes. Yet after King Of Snake, I couldn't recall much of anything until Kittens, and I only instantly recognize that tune thanks to its inclusion on the Wipeout 3 soundtrack. It would always come up on that game's supposed 'random' playlist; that and The Chemical Brothers' Under The Influence. C'mon, Wipeout 3, give me more of the Sasha originals, why don't ya'?
*ahem* The clever chill-out counterpoint to Push Upstairs, Push Downstairs follows, with the frantic, manic, Moaner making for a strong closer. That middle of Beaucoup Fish is a real blank though. It's not that big a deal, mind you, the three songs here the shortest of the bunch. Unfortunately, Winjer's soft pitter-patter rhythms and muted vocoder vocals is quite the comedown following King Of Snake, while Skym is little more than a chance for Karl to get his lonesome croon on. And I'd completely forgotten about Bruce Lee, which sounds like Underworld trying to do a heavy, rocky trip-hop thing? Not the best fit for a band best known for the thumping techno and cool groove.
Ultimately, Beaucoup Fish is a fine capper on The Emerson Years, providing the sort of tunes you'd expect of Underworld of this era while showing hints of future genre explorations from Hyde and Smith. Huh, what a limp way to end a review.
Friday, March 6, 2020
Lamb - Lamb
Fontana: 1996
(a Patreon Request from Omskbird)
Like everyone else, I just automatically assumed Lamb to be part of the trip-hop lexicon. Look, when the first track you come across from them is paired up with a Portishead cut, you'd make the association too. I'd see the group's music on numerous downtempo/lounge/chill-out compilations over the years since, though Lord Discogs tells me I only have one of their songs, on the Canadian 'electronica' CD RU Receiving (Górecki, naturally).
My lack of overexposure led me to believe Lamb was a group that got a little lost in the great trip-hop wave of the mid-'90s, one that folks would recognize by name (because how could you not? 'Lamb', it just rolls off the tongue!), but could never reach the commercial highs as the big Bristol acts. And that was true for the most part, their subsequent albums after this doing only modest chart action in the U.K. to say nothing of their global impact. Except Portugal. For some reason, Lamb were huge there, possibly bigger than even in Britain. Hey, sometimes one's sound just clicks with a specific culture.
What I never realized – and probably should have given how Górecki sounds, but eh, context – is Lamb really aren't trip-hop. Elements of it, sure, with a few tracks definitely fitting the mould (Trans Fatty Acid, absolutely). As I listen through their debut album though, I hear closer lineage with jazzstep than anything downtempo. But the vibe doesn't quite gel with the d'n'b scene either, songs definitely more laid-back than the frenetic pace of your Goldies and Roni Sizes. Yet, even when those producers were doing more chill, jazz-soul outings, there was always a sense of urgency and bite in their tunes. Not quite so with Lamb, the busy rhythm-work making better sense in smokey lounges than a warehouse filled with junglists. Less rinse-out tools, more songs that you should sit down and soak in with.
It probably helps that singer-songwriter Louise Rhodes is a permanent fixture of Lamb, thus her lyricism an involved component of their songs than whatever some guest vocalist can whip up for a track or two. And she certainly shows her range here, bellowing when sampled orchestras swell, or bringing things down to a whispery, husky coo when the album goes soft and quiet.
Meanwhile, Andrew Barlow does a fair bit of chop-n-slice production with numerous jazz and orchestral samples, sometimes breaking beats down to near IDM levels of stuttering (so much backspin in Cotton Wool, just so much). As mentioned, it gives many tunes off here a level of kinetic energy you didn't really find in most trip-hop releases, which undoubtedly gave Lamb an extra edge over their contemporaries. The genre was in need of some evolution by '96 as it was, and Lamb certainly provided that. Small wonder they found plenty of success on the compilation market after. Okay, a record deal with Mercury didn't hurt either, the label anxious for their own Portishead after that group won their Music Prize.
(a Patreon Request from Omskbird)
Like everyone else, I just automatically assumed Lamb to be part of the trip-hop lexicon. Look, when the first track you come across from them is paired up with a Portishead cut, you'd make the association too. I'd see the group's music on numerous downtempo/lounge/chill-out compilations over the years since, though Lord Discogs tells me I only have one of their songs, on the Canadian 'electronica' CD RU Receiving (Górecki, naturally).
My lack of overexposure led me to believe Lamb was a group that got a little lost in the great trip-hop wave of the mid-'90s, one that folks would recognize by name (because how could you not? 'Lamb', it just rolls off the tongue!), but could never reach the commercial highs as the big Bristol acts. And that was true for the most part, their subsequent albums after this doing only modest chart action in the U.K. to say nothing of their global impact. Except Portugal. For some reason, Lamb were huge there, possibly bigger than even in Britain. Hey, sometimes one's sound just clicks with a specific culture.
What I never realized – and probably should have given how Górecki sounds, but eh, context – is Lamb really aren't trip-hop. Elements of it, sure, with a few tracks definitely fitting the mould (Trans Fatty Acid, absolutely). As I listen through their debut album though, I hear closer lineage with jazzstep than anything downtempo. But the vibe doesn't quite gel with the d'n'b scene either, songs definitely more laid-back than the frenetic pace of your Goldies and Roni Sizes. Yet, even when those producers were doing more chill, jazz-soul outings, there was always a sense of urgency and bite in their tunes. Not quite so with Lamb, the busy rhythm-work making better sense in smokey lounges than a warehouse filled with junglists. Less rinse-out tools, more songs that you should sit down and soak in with.
It probably helps that singer-songwriter Louise Rhodes is a permanent fixture of Lamb, thus her lyricism an involved component of their songs than whatever some guest vocalist can whip up for a track or two. And she certainly shows her range here, bellowing when sampled orchestras swell, or bringing things down to a whispery, husky coo when the album goes soft and quiet.
Meanwhile, Andrew Barlow does a fair bit of chop-n-slice production with numerous jazz and orchestral samples, sometimes breaking beats down to near IDM levels of stuttering (so much backspin in Cotton Wool, just so much). As mentioned, it gives many tunes off here a level of kinetic energy you didn't really find in most trip-hop releases, which undoubtedly gave Lamb an extra edge over their contemporaries. The genre was in need of some evolution by '96 as it was, and Lamb certainly provided that. Small wonder they found plenty of success on the compilation market after. Okay, a record deal with Mercury didn't hurt either, the label anxious for their own Portishead after that group won their Music Prize.
Sunday, December 15, 2019
David Bridie - Act Of Free Choice
EMI: 2000
(a Patreon Request from Omskbird)
I won't deny, I'm feeling torn over where to take this review. The normal, traditional, expectant thing is to write up my version of a biographical Wiki regarding David Bridie's career, with some detailing of the music within this album. Yet, I feel compelled to dive deeper into the album's title, Act Of Free Choice. This is no simple play on words as a record shop eye-catcher, but an actual, significant event, so-called with the bitter taste of irony on one's tongue.
Granted, it's not something many folks will know about, but if you know your Indonesian politics, it's pretty significant. Why yes, I've had more than a passing interest in the history of the archipelago nation. At first it was just a geological aspect, primarily the famous 1883 Krakatau event, then the region's other various massive volcanoes and eruptions. Then you learn more about the people who live there, their histories, the colonial history, and so on and so on.
Cutting centuries of story short, when the newly-formed Indonesian country gained its independence and started rounding up the thousands of distinct island cultures into one, unified nation, New Guinea was something of a hold-out. Highly abbreviating the circumstance, the vote to join Indonesia was held by some one-thousand people supposedly and specifically selected by the Indonesian military, making the unanimous decision seem a little queer in just how much of an 'act of free choice' the vote really was. It's a dispute that persists to this day, with indigenous folks to the island still protesting for their independence from Indonesia.
Thus, it's no small coincidence Mr. Bridie would choose such a title for his debut album. Indeed, he's among a small number of Australian musicians who show no qualms about getting political with their art (hi, Midnight Oil!), especially when it concerns the plights of downtrodden cultures in their region of the world. That all said, I can't claim that Act Of Free Choice is super explicit in its depictions of this issue. In fact, many these songs just as easily interpreted as reflections of one's sombre mood at any given time of depression. I'd have to study the lyrics more to be certain, but only a couple of these songs have lyrics posted (that I can find). And to be honest, this is such a melancholic album, I'm not sure I want to spend much time with it anyway.
For sure Mr. Bridie is a good song-writer with a delicate touch in uses of sparse piano, echoing guitars, and dramatic orchestral swells. When there are rhythms driving things forward, they're mostly the sort of uptempo trip-hop beats you'd find used in soundtracks (which makes sense, given David's ample body of score work). It all sounds very rich and artful, but just brings my whole mood down after listening to it. Not in a savoury sort of way either. Can you blame me for being more drawn to the historical context of the album's title? Other people's issues are easier to deal with than my own.
(a Patreon Request from Omskbird)
I won't deny, I'm feeling torn over where to take this review. The normal, traditional, expectant thing is to write up my version of a biographical Wiki regarding David Bridie's career, with some detailing of the music within this album. Yet, I feel compelled to dive deeper into the album's title, Act Of Free Choice. This is no simple play on words as a record shop eye-catcher, but an actual, significant event, so-called with the bitter taste of irony on one's tongue.
Granted, it's not something many folks will know about, but if you know your Indonesian politics, it's pretty significant. Why yes, I've had more than a passing interest in the history of the archipelago nation. At first it was just a geological aspect, primarily the famous 1883 Krakatau event, then the region's other various massive volcanoes and eruptions. Then you learn more about the people who live there, their histories, the colonial history, and so on and so on.
Cutting centuries of story short, when the newly-formed Indonesian country gained its independence and started rounding up the thousands of distinct island cultures into one, unified nation, New Guinea was something of a hold-out. Highly abbreviating the circumstance, the vote to join Indonesia was held by some one-thousand people supposedly and specifically selected by the Indonesian military, making the unanimous decision seem a little queer in just how much of an 'act of free choice' the vote really was. It's a dispute that persists to this day, with indigenous folks to the island still protesting for their independence from Indonesia.
Thus, it's no small coincidence Mr. Bridie would choose such a title for his debut album. Indeed, he's among a small number of Australian musicians who show no qualms about getting political with their art (hi, Midnight Oil!), especially when it concerns the plights of downtrodden cultures in their region of the world. That all said, I can't claim that Act Of Free Choice is super explicit in its depictions of this issue. In fact, many these songs just as easily interpreted as reflections of one's sombre mood at any given time of depression. I'd have to study the lyrics more to be certain, but only a couple of these songs have lyrics posted (that I can find). And to be honest, this is such a melancholic album, I'm not sure I want to spend much time with it anyway.
For sure Mr. Bridie is a good song-writer with a delicate touch in uses of sparse piano, echoing guitars, and dramatic orchestral swells. When there are rhythms driving things forward, they're mostly the sort of uptempo trip-hop beats you'd find used in soundtracks (which makes sense, given David's ample body of score work). It all sounds very rich and artful, but just brings my whole mood down after listening to it. Not in a savoury sort of way either. Can you blame me for being more drawn to the historical context of the album's title? Other people's issues are easier to deal with than my own.
Tuesday, October 22, 2019
Phantogram - Eyelid Movies
Indica Records: 2009
(a Discography Patreon Request from Omskbird)
I didn't know what to expect when I put Discography Reviews up as an option for Patreon Requests. Most likely an obligatory opportunity to fill out some glaring gaps in my own music collection, but just as easily a chance for y'all to expose an act or artist that needed some extra shine in the limelight. I've yet to discern where Phantogram falls on that spectrum. I can't claim I was familiar with the duo prior, but a brief glance through their Wiki indicates they've seen their fair share of activity within the upper echelons of indie-leaning synth-pop stardom. Not top tier, but enough presence to do respectable numbers on sales charts with songs featured in a variety of soundtracks. A nod from Big Boi likely didn't hurt.
They had to start somewhere though, and Eyelid Movies is that start. I'm not so sure I'd call it a breakout, since it didn't land them all the crossover attention they seem to have garnered in the past decade, but it's as solid a debut an act with almost no prior exposure could have hoped for. It establishes a sound unique enough to stand out in an over-crowded indie synth-pop market, but retains enough style and sounds of that scene that can lure in potential curious passer-byes in the rotation of playlists and radio streams.
Of course, my frame of reference in indie synth-pop is woefully small, undoubtedly a huge number of acts others could namedrop that Phantogram are comparable to. It's probably a real sad thing the strongest comparison I can make is Gorillaz, in that I hear a lot of the same genre-fusion going on from track to track in this album (oh man, does As Far As I Can See ever remind me of Plastic Beach-era Gorillaz). Heck, Josh Carter even has a similar croonDamon Albarn 2D's, and shows no qualms in feeding his voice through different effects for that authentic dream pop/digital funk feel. Sarah Barthel's no slouch on the pipes either.
And genre fusion? Oh yeah, there's plenty of that, Phantogram showing little fear in tackling whatever strikes their fancy. The aforementioned dream pop? Here's Turn It Off, All Dried Up and You Are The Ocean for you. Something funkier for your feet? Try Running From The Cops or Bloody Palms for size. In need of intimate glitch-soul? 10,000 Claps is all up on that. Got a hankering for that melodramatic, trip-hop blues that Moby's known for? Then When I'm Small and Futuristic Casket have you covered. Yeah, I pulled a Moby namedrop here. I told you my frame of reference sucks in this genre.
But hey, Eyelid Movies is regardless a strong start to this dive into the Phantogram discography. The album could have used a bit more cohesion between songs for it to truly shine, but it does leave me intrigued in how the story unfolds from here, how gained exposure and experience will form and shape their future releases.
(a Discography Patreon Request from Omskbird)
I didn't know what to expect when I put Discography Reviews up as an option for Patreon Requests. Most likely an obligatory opportunity to fill out some glaring gaps in my own music collection, but just as easily a chance for y'all to expose an act or artist that needed some extra shine in the limelight. I've yet to discern where Phantogram falls on that spectrum. I can't claim I was familiar with the duo prior, but a brief glance through their Wiki indicates they've seen their fair share of activity within the upper echelons of indie-leaning synth-pop stardom. Not top tier, but enough presence to do respectable numbers on sales charts with songs featured in a variety of soundtracks. A nod from Big Boi likely didn't hurt.
They had to start somewhere though, and Eyelid Movies is that start. I'm not so sure I'd call it a breakout, since it didn't land them all the crossover attention they seem to have garnered in the past decade, but it's as solid a debut an act with almost no prior exposure could have hoped for. It establishes a sound unique enough to stand out in an over-crowded indie synth-pop market, but retains enough style and sounds of that scene that can lure in potential curious passer-byes in the rotation of playlists and radio streams.
Of course, my frame of reference in indie synth-pop is woefully small, undoubtedly a huge number of acts others could namedrop that Phantogram are comparable to. It's probably a real sad thing the strongest comparison I can make is Gorillaz, in that I hear a lot of the same genre-fusion going on from track to track in this album (oh man, does As Far As I Can See ever remind me of Plastic Beach-era Gorillaz). Heck, Josh Carter even has a similar croon
And genre fusion? Oh yeah, there's plenty of that, Phantogram showing little fear in tackling whatever strikes their fancy. The aforementioned dream pop? Here's Turn It Off, All Dried Up and You Are The Ocean for you. Something funkier for your feet? Try Running From The Cops or Bloody Palms for size. In need of intimate glitch-soul? 10,000 Claps is all up on that. Got a hankering for that melodramatic, trip-hop blues that Moby's known for? Then When I'm Small and Futuristic Casket have you covered. Yeah, I pulled a Moby namedrop here. I told you my frame of reference sucks in this genre.
But hey, Eyelid Movies is regardless a strong start to this dive into the Phantogram discography. The album could have used a bit more cohesion between songs for it to truly shine, but it does leave me intrigued in how the story unfolds from here, how gained exposure and experience will form and shape their future releases.
Wednesday, October 9, 2019
Emiliana Torrini - Love In The Time Of Science
Virgin: 1999
(a Patreon Request from Omskbird)
I don't know much about Emiliana Torrini, but I've apparently heard her a couple times without realizing it. The most prominent example I've noticed in her 'Top Spotify Tracks' list is Gollum's Song, the closing credits theme to Lord Of The Rings: The Two Towers. Now, even though I didn't get the soundtracks for those films (as lush as they are), I know I've heard that song in full, as I've watched the end credits all the way through, and the extended editions! If nothing else than for the lovely sketch artwork included during the runtime. Or simple movie viewing inertia. Gotta'... see... to... the... END!
More than that though, I know I've heard Ms. Torrini as far back as this particular album, even though I didn't know it at the time – probably thought the song a Björk tune when I heard it (not without good reason to, more on which in a bit). I am, of course, talking about Summerbre- No, just kidding, it's Wednesday's Child, which is baffling to me because, according to Lord Discogs, there's almost no way I could have heard it so prominently. The album it came from, Love In The Time Of Science, had sprung half a dozen singles, not one of which was this particular tune. Yet, the gentle organ chords, orchestral swells, the lyrics in the chorus, the “ba-ba-ba ba, ba-ba-ba baaa” bridge... I know I've heard it before, and frequently, as though it was a minor radio hit back in the day. How? Where? Why??
Emiliana Torrini had released a few albums in her native Iceland prior to Love In The Time Of Science, plus provided vocals for GusGus, but for all intents this was her debut to a wider audience. Being that she hailed from the same country as Björk, and was signed to the same label as Björk, One Little Indian, it's not surprising that this album feels like her producers were trying to mould Ms. Torrini into a similar star. Especially as Björk had grown a tad too esoteric for pop radio by decade's end. Don't worry, folks, here's another Icelandic chanteuse doing singer-songwriter trip-hop! Not sure those were shoes Emiliana was eager to wear, especially as her following body of work generally steered further way from the trip-hop as heard here. Plenty of guest features and writing credits in that wake though.
The '90s certainly drip in Love In The Name Of Science, if that's any way to describe an album of singer-songwriter trip-hop. It sometimes comes off a little over-produced for the simple, intimate nature of the lyrics, though I never feel Emiliana is overshadowed by the orchestral flourishes or wall-of-sound rhythms. The gritty, chaotic guitar squall of Telepathy wouldn't hurt with a Tricky guest verse either. And yes, Summerbreeze does provide an acoustic outing for the whole album, like a gentle closing credits sequence to all that came before. Would be good for future consideration in soundtracks, especially if Björk isn't available.
(a Patreon Request from Omskbird)
I don't know much about Emiliana Torrini, but I've apparently heard her a couple times without realizing it. The most prominent example I've noticed in her 'Top Spotify Tracks' list is Gollum's Song, the closing credits theme to Lord Of The Rings: The Two Towers. Now, even though I didn't get the soundtracks for those films (as lush as they are), I know I've heard that song in full, as I've watched the end credits all the way through, and the extended editions! If nothing else than for the lovely sketch artwork included during the runtime. Or simple movie viewing inertia. Gotta'... see... to... the... END!
More than that though, I know I've heard Ms. Torrini as far back as this particular album, even though I didn't know it at the time – probably thought the song a Björk tune when I heard it (not without good reason to, more on which in a bit). I am, of course, talking about Summerbre- No, just kidding, it's Wednesday's Child, which is baffling to me because, according to Lord Discogs, there's almost no way I could have heard it so prominently. The album it came from, Love In The Time Of Science, had sprung half a dozen singles, not one of which was this particular tune. Yet, the gentle organ chords, orchestral swells, the lyrics in the chorus, the “ba-ba-ba ba, ba-ba-ba baaa” bridge... I know I've heard it before, and frequently, as though it was a minor radio hit back in the day. How? Where? Why??
Emiliana Torrini had released a few albums in her native Iceland prior to Love In The Time Of Science, plus provided vocals for GusGus, but for all intents this was her debut to a wider audience. Being that she hailed from the same country as Björk, and was signed to the same label as Björk, One Little Indian, it's not surprising that this album feels like her producers were trying to mould Ms. Torrini into a similar star. Especially as Björk had grown a tad too esoteric for pop radio by decade's end. Don't worry, folks, here's another Icelandic chanteuse doing singer-songwriter trip-hop! Not sure those were shoes Emiliana was eager to wear, especially as her following body of work generally steered further way from the trip-hop as heard here. Plenty of guest features and writing credits in that wake though.
The '90s certainly drip in Love In The Name Of Science, if that's any way to describe an album of singer-songwriter trip-hop. It sometimes comes off a little over-produced for the simple, intimate nature of the lyrics, though I never feel Emiliana is overshadowed by the orchestral flourishes or wall-of-sound rhythms. The gritty, chaotic guitar squall of Telepathy wouldn't hurt with a Tricky guest verse either. And yes, Summerbreeze does provide an acoustic outing for the whole album, like a gentle closing credits sequence to all that came before. Would be good for future consideration in soundtracks, especially if Björk isn't available.
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