Miki, demo 3" CDR
It's a chase scene. It's Bullitt remade by Lalo Schifrin at gunpoint.
It's Steve McQueen as a snare drum pursuing the bad guys played by the
bass end of a piano keyboard across, up and down San Francisco's mean
streets. Whenever the action starts to flag the brass section honks encouragement
and it all kicks off again. firstname.lastname@example.org
vs Tin.RP, File Transfer 002 (Deterrent) 3" CDR
When I say lo-budget I mean it as a compliment, like I might say lo-fi.
This isn't lo-fi, it's all digital and exactly as fi as it can be, but
it is economic with sound. Lo-budget. Fragments of electro lozenge, a
looped techno beat and a transistor hum are worked and reworked across
seven tracks named only for their size. 47642kb works best, rearranging
the bits into bytesized gabba. www.deterrent.net
Echo, When Will We Commute Like The Jetsons Did? (Undereducated) 3"
It's a valid question, and one that we children of the future-focussed
70s often ask ourselves. That, and whatever happened to Maggie Philbin?
Perversely, rather than being the techno hound you might expect from the
title, Winston Echo could've recorded this debut pretty much at any time
in the last 40 years: 4-track, one-man, half-minute scratchiness that
peaks with "Imagine" Wasn't Actually That Good ("All the
dead celebrities mean absolutely nothing to me.") As always with
this kind of stuff, the key to the charm is the shortness and the tunes.
Thirteen tracks shoot past in under the quarter hour and Winston stumbles
across some nice melodies under the fuzz which makes this patchy but charming,
and definitely worth a listen. But moves us no closer to that future.
Productions, Alphabet of Life EP CD
In all honesty? 7 tracks is too much of too close to the same. In all
honesty? The title track is such a glorious blueprint that Soulversive
can be excused squeezing the last drop of goodness from it. The central
core, the soul, of Alphabet of Life is a lazy beat working the groove
dug out by the less-is-more bass and mostly-spoken vocals around a silky
chorus. The rest is a dash of understated jazz piano and a sprinkling
of class. Easy as A, B, C. www.soulversive.com
Available From Namke Communications (Fencing Flatworm) CD
I could spend a couple of paragraphs trying to stroke myself Tutankhamen's
chin and worrying about just which sub-genre of techno Namke falls into
on this release. Or I could just say it's reasonably abstract without
ever losing track of the beat. I know which I prefer. So, on top of the
programmed pulses you get a layer of warmth and scatterings of bloop that
somehow form themselves into melody more in your head than on the disc.
There's tickles of electro from the old school, a glance towards trance
and a nod to house music but mostly it's techno on the boundary between
headphone and dancefloor. www.minimism.com
& Hopkinson, Trademark EP (Pause 2) CDS
Somewhere in space and time, two men from the planet Earth quietly met.
They carried with them aluminium cases containing samples of classic pop
music from the sixties. They were influenced by French chansons and they
obsessively polished their 12ft hyperkeyboard whenever the bright lighting
in their pure white cabin suggested a mote of dust might have settled
on it. They spent as long as was necessary to lovingly craft new music
from old sounds and futuristic technology and then gently breathed down
les mots d'une reve francais over the beats they'd created. It sounded
like nothing else and it sounded like everything else, all at once, and
Bakia, Frecuencias de un Rojo Devastador (Acuarela) CD
I want to say that this sounds like Trans Am. But it doesn't. In the sense
that it really doesn't sound like Trans Am sound, it doesn't. But in the
sense that it sounds like Trans Am might sound, it does. So if Trans Am
were Spanish, if Trans Am had moved sideways from Futureworld into a more
ambient take on the Kraut thing and if Trans Am played less guitar, then
I reckon I could say that this sounds like Trans Am. But seeing as they
don't, I won't. www.acuareladiscos.com