Somewhere: Tbilisi, Georgia

In Russian, goslab means state laboratory. In French, children’s lab. For electronic musicians Tusia Beridze and Gogi Dzodzuashvili, Goslab is an adopted name, one they and several other multimedia artists (including Nika Machaidze, Tamuna Karumidze, and Zaza Rusadze) from Tbilisi (the capital of the former Soviet Republic of Georgia) apply to their creative output. Beridze and Dzodzuashvili’s recordings, released as TBA and Post Industrial Boys respectively, decode the moniker a little. Goslab is defined as much by the post-Soviet experience as it is by ingenuous play.

“In the early ‘90s, we were a group of friends who had no communication with society, everyday talking about art, music, film, books,” explains 33-year-old Dzodzuashvili. “We helped each other survive during the hell period in Tbilisi. We made it all right because each of us reflected it in our work.”

Though Georgia has recently moved more into the global political fold, Georgian electronic music, if there is such a thing, remains harder to map. Listening to TBA, 25-year-old Beridze’s debut on Thomas Brinkmann’s Max Ernst label, for example, one wonders whether it’s experimental classical music, fragments of a film score or far-out minimal techno. Sparse beats intermittently echo like clues in a detective novel, reminding the listener she’s on the trail of a song.

If Beridze’s genre is the detective novel, then Dzodzuashvili’s is satire. Dzodzuashvili wrote music for theaters and dance companies in Georgia, as evidenced by Post Industrial Boys (also on Max Ernst), a collection of deadpan threnodies to the 20th century. Friends from Goslab contribute Georgian and English vocals about cops, melons, and mediocrity.

“I like humor in music,” Dzodzuashvili says. “When the words are emotional, I try to put them with music to the contrary. Because of that, sentiments don’t bother you.”

Whether with mystery or jokes, however, the focus remains on channeling the world through electronic music in order to create a new one.

“A friend of mine used to mock this Georgian mafia guy who was trying to screw a Russian girl,” Beridze says, somewhat cryptically. “He’d say, ‘Do you like it? It’s yours!’ It’s a very funny idiom. Electronic music is exactly like this.”

Sheffield Calling

We all have magical moments when our existence was enriched by the power of music. For me, like many other British teenagers, such memories include years of following bands like The Smiths and New Order before stumbling upon the strange new sound of dance music. The backdrop to this personal discovery was the South Yorkshire city of Sheffield, a city that has largely been skipped over in the written history of music in favor of passing references to “bleep” techno and Warp Records. Crucial as that sound and label are to the story of Sheffield, the city’s legacy also includes pioneering electronic disco acts and the scene that spawned them.

At the end of the ‘80s, Sheffield was a city still coming to terms with the decline of its native steel industry. Much has been made of this industrial setting as a way of explaining its unique take on US techno–it’s easy to make comparisons between the disused car plants of Detroit and the dilapidated mills of the Steel City.

While such an environment may have helped shape a generation of young music heads hungry for something novel, it was the new wave of Sheffield acts in the ‘80s–including Chakk, Human League, and Cabaret Voltaire–that shaped the local agenda. Like many northern cities of the time, this was a place in love with American electro, funk, soul, hip-hop, and house, but with the added determination to give such sounds a homegrown electronic twist.

Key to aggravating such desires and central to the local scene were two unsung heroes: DJs Winston and Parrot. Together they were champions of black music; you could find them in small strobe-lit rooms like the one at Club Superman or in the unlikely setting of the City Hall ballroom, where jazz dancers would come from miles around to show off their skills to the techno of Model 500 whilst soul boys danced to electro classics like Hashim’s “Al-Naafiysh.” It felt completely raw and exciting, as if we were part of a vital movement.

Sensing this, Rob Mitchell and Steve Beckett opened up the Warp Records shop. Soon they released the first single on their own label: The Forgemasters’ “Track With No Name” featuring Winston Hazel on production. Groundbreaking records quickly followed from Nightmares On Wax (still in techno mode), Sweet Exorcist (Parrot and ex-CV Richard Kirk), and Bradford’s Unique 3 (a blistering fusion of dub and house). By the time LFO’s monumental debut came out, Warp had had several chart hits and Sheffield was known as the home of “bleep” techno.

Things were changing fast, though. The Sheffield sound had helped spark the development of hardcore, a sound many felt lacked soul. The whole youth population of the country was “getting on one” and the UK was hell-bent on refining the American house sound to a state fit for loved-up ears. By the start of the 1990s, dance music was still thrilling–with the added fun of bands like Manchester’s Happy Mondays and Stone Roses thrown in–but Sheffield’s local identity was being eroded by new sounds from London, Italy, and New York. The ghost of Sheffield circa 1987-91 can still be sensed at nights like Scuba and you can still catch Winston playing to a whole new generation at nights like Electric Chair. Warp has gone on to become the quintessential independent label, and Sheffield itself has been regenerated, ready to confirm an important new place on the musical map. But hundreds of local lads and lassies, and a few students like myself, will always remember Sheffield as it was for a brief, beautiful moment in time: the pulsing, bloody heart of the acid house revolution.

Rod All My Love

Boards of Canada, Zero 7, Plaid, Isan: all of them have taken their own unique approaches to slow, dreamy electronic music, with an emphasis on great production and extraordinary beats. Add (the completely lackluster) name Rod Morris to this list; he‘s put a Guinness keg of thought into his conceptual debut EP. Tracks like “All My Lovers” hold steady, then shift sideways rhythmically amid a flutter of rose petal-sweet melodies.

Casbah 73 Moods and Grooves

An acid jazz resurgence is hardly an anticipated revival movement. But as ‘80s nostalgia fades, and the ‘90s becomes the next subject of cultural fascination, anything is possible. And while Casbah 73-the solo effort of musician Oliver Stewart-hints at the rare grooves ‘n‘ Rhodes-saturated sound, he thankfully steers clear of Jamiroquai territory. Stewart wields electric bass, guitar, and keyboards fluidly, adding spoken word snippets, crowd noise, and percussion samples to tracks that range from mirror-ball jazz (“Still Going On”) to shuffling, housey workouts (“Think It Over”). This is the sound of Malaga sunshine with nods to the e-z lounge vibes of artists like Nicola Conte and Nuspirit Helsiniki. It‘s not acid jazz, but Casbah 73 is a funky hybrid of the electronic and the organic for a trippy new generation.

DJ Dinesh & Kid Deli Egypt

For the last six years, New Yorker DJ Dinesh has been working hard for UK garage and its dub, house, and electro hybrids at his clubs Heat and Drive By, and on solo productions with his mate from across the pond, Kid Deli. Here the duo employs a dub ‘n‘ flutes formula on “Egypt” with Arabic vocal samples and severely gyrating subbass. Other cuts explore Big Apple disco-punk and dubstep rubs of Diwali-style dancehall. If ya‘ can‘t stand the heat…

Bird Show Green Inferno

Bird Show is led by Ben Vida of Town & Country, a Chicago post-folk combo who play Americanazak, wholesome sonic celery NPR often uses for segment segues. Green Inferno is vastly more interesting. Vida has absorbed musics from Asia and Africa and filtered them into intense, mesmerizing compositions. “All Afternoon Part #1” immediately immerses you in an otherworldly, tropical miasma of mbira and cornet, acting as a clarion call for arcane primitive rites. Like much of Inferno, it falls somewhere among Don Cherry‘s hypnotic world-jazz excursions, Terry Riley‘s soulful organ tones, and Jon Hassell‘s malarial ambience. Elsewhere, Vida slips in some opiated balladry among the ponderin‘-the-imponderable dronescapes.

Guillermo E. Brown Black Dreams 1.0

Inventive drummer Brown‘s worked with Blue Series jazz stalwarts David S. Ware Quartet and Matthew Shipp, and issued that series‘ strangest disc, Soul At The Hands Of The Machine. As odd as that album is, however, it sounds like straight-ahead jazz compared to Black Dreams 1.0. Recorded by Brown on Max/MSP with assistance from Matt Ostrowski, Black Dreams is polyglot experimentation run riot, an unfathomable morass of impossible textures and baffling rhythms. And it rules. Brown combines Herbie Hancock‘s Sextant-era electronic exploration with Eardrum‘s fourth-world textural wizardry. The result is a disorienting soundtrack for an unimaginable film. This stuff is very potent.

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