John Xela does it up right for us old farts-chilled, melodic, complex IDM, as intricately detailed as later Autechre, but with infinitely more groove and soul. Coming in somewhere between Bola and Boards of Canada, Xela’s debut for Metamatics’s prolific imprint teems with spatial effects, textured sounds and emotional atmospheres ranging from icy ambience to warm headnodders with funky and heady beats that would probably sound great with a mushroom smoothie. While a few tracks are less than stellar, the majority of the album is an invigorating, if not uplifting, listen. Jaded ex-raver chillout-room fans, you will love this.
Rima This World
Capable of the most abstract, contorting broken beat rhythms as well as straightforward-yet-immensely-soulful house music, Dominic Stanton (who produces as Domu) is currently at the top of his game. Teaming up with Enrico Crivellero (a.k.a. Volcov) as Rima, Stanton drops a luscious full-length sitting between those two extremes, with jazz fusion playing a major role. Silky vocals backed with mashed-up production meet angular broken beats, and the album drips with live performances from luminaries like Kaidi Tatham and Ian O’Brien; tracks are steeped in the Chicago/Detroit/London tradition. Whether accessible or recondite, This World sounds like a great place to live.
Incognito Who Needs Love
Perennial jazz-funk pioneers Incognito show they’re still full of life with this offering for the symmetrical Dome imprint. As expected, jaw-dropping instrumentation is high on the menu. “Can’t Get You Out Of My Head” has nothing to do with an evergreen, large-buttocked Australian popstress-it’s a strolling, needy, lovesick vocal escapade with gliding orchestral strings and a soul-steeped guitar. “Fly” spreads its wings and ascends heavenward, thanks to visionary keys, a flourishing sax and hip-swinging guitar. It’s a shame there aren’t many instrumentals here, as the impact of Incognito’s music is at times watered down by uncommitted vocals.
Various MTV Mono
This is the product of Quantic soundtracking an extreme sports TV series on a network better known for their love of money-digging majors and eye candy popstrels than cutting-edge Brighton beats. This unlikely, but nonetheless welcomed marriage has brought us one selection of lazy downtempo grooves and another of swaggering b-boy breaks and funked-up soulful flavors. Al Stylus contributes “High Rise,” an upward looking collage of soothing strumming, splashing percussion and dazzling keys. Wikkaman & Ulysses’s “Sweet Science” fuses broken step percussion, a venomous bass and roving utopian synths with outstanding precision. Now where’s that snowboard?
Various Take Me Aosis: A Nite Out In London
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Splinter Group Blowing Down Blue Sky
While I’m about as technologically masterful as a toddler with a push toy’ embrace, and am schooled in, theories of improvisation and experimentation. Which is frustrating when I enjoy artists like Splinter Group, yet have no idea how they created such intricate sound exploration. Basically, the process involved two members selecting beats to be programmed by engineer Wayne Peet, which were then fed back to the group to expand on as they envisioned. Each piece-anchored by Kaoru on vocals-is a marvel, building layer upon layer of sound to create a harmonious whole.
Teleddubgnosis Magnetic Learning Center
Dub originated in Jamaica, but its addictive skank captures ears and hearts all over the globe. Broken down thusly, “tele” means far, “dub” stands for sound, and “gnosis” equals truth. Drummer Ted Parsons (Prong, Foetuus) and pals take dub to far-flung reaches of noise, electronics, and idealism. The Teledubgnosis core includes programmer extraordinaire Jason Wolford (of Decadent Dub Team-the Texas Tackhead), multi-instrumentalist/media artist Gregory Damien Grinnell, and former Pere Ubu bassist Tony Maimone. Magnetic Learning features as many tracks as there are contributors: guitarists Norman Westberg (The Swans, Foetus) and Kurt Wolf (Pussy Galore, Boss Hogg), percussionist George Javori (Firewater), and bassists Jason Asnes (Crown Heights, Nice Strong Arm) and Dave Sims (Jesus Lizard). Dub is a family affair, and two bonus remixes grace the album: “In Heaven, A Devil” by The Bug (Kevin Martin) and “80 Creeps” by Tech Level 2 (Godflesh’s Justin Broaderick). School is in session!
DJ Hatcha Dubstep Allstars Vol. 1
Just the other day I saw DJ Storm of Metalheadz play at Brooklyn’s Halycon Caf?, a hip little lounge known for its impeccable soundsystem, and was immediately struck: Storm in a lounge-cafe? A veteran from one of the roughest drum & bass crews gets to rinse dubplates to hipsters on couches? Barely anyone wanted to dance, and it wasn’t cause they weren’t hip to Storm. What’s going on here? Something’s missing. When I heard Dubstep Allstars, a mix-CD of tunes by the small producer clan from the newest mutant genre from London’ realized what’s missing-or rather, what’s needed. When dub is too lethargic, drum & bass too aggressive, garage too shimmery, and commercial hip-hop too cluttered with dumb vocals, dubstep-around a cool 150 bpm-finds the balance. Twitchy hi-hats and two-step snares are snagged from the vacuous garage/Timbaland ether by the oozingest bass, just when you thought bass could get no more concrete. The result is so solid and visceral that only the subtlest hint of soundboy violence exists. DJ Hatcha gathers as well-rounded a group of producers as could be expected in such a young genre, focusing on Benny Ill, Horsepower, Benga and himself to present a laid-back, danceable journey into the space between. Running the range of cutty breaks and militant mash-ups, it’s the minimal tunes that stand out. Less is more on Benga’s “Hatcha-du” an isolated, rugged break that furiously snaps the ragged bass into place. Foreshadowing “Hatcha-dub,” Benga & Skream distort some heavy wah-wah bass reminiscent of hardstep drum & bass moved by heaving snares on “The Judgment.” The largest bass-and that’s saying a lot here-rumbles strongest on Benga’s “Amber,” while Menta’s “Rubba” bass lurches from left to psychedelic right. Midway through the mix, a curious flute flutters through several tracks, surreal in its organic isolation, highlighting the strange playfulness of this genre. Hatcha closes things with his doom-laden, bombastic “Conga Therapy,” as congas bounce between digital crashes. Dubstep is conspicuously, perhaps blissfully, without chatter. It rolls and feints effortlessly along the rhythms with very occassional samples, going beyond dub in its quiet spaciousness. Sometimes, like on Horsepower’s “Sholay,” even the drum and bass combination relies on poignant spaces, while distant wails waver and echo. “Sholay” is followed by El-B’s “Amazon,” which similarly duets bass and drums to knockin’ garage-style syncopation while an eerie horn reaches for infinity. In fact, the whole mix feels like an extended dub version of an A-side vocal track, bass purity guided by gentle 150 bpm drum two-stepping. DJ Hatcha’s Dubstep does the two-step march on Babylon, a patient cyborg, blissfully twitchy and confidently deliberate. Bold, almost painterly strokes of bass streak across the space, indelibly marking the post-future with sparks of snares, nestled satisfyingly between the hardcore, the yardcore, and the blingcore, just when Chuck Chillout needs a dire kick in the ass.
Fanny Pack So Stylistic
A stroll through Brooklyn these days belies its reputation as a hotbed for furious creativity as Fabolous’s 50-cent commercial rap is about all anyone hears. But even in the bleakest of moments, the blast hits from unexpected angles, threatening to shake up the tedium and conjure up a new Brooklyn. Fanny Pack charmingly replaces gun talk with fun talk, bling with boom. Three girls rap in clear, unassuming Brooklyn-speak about life on the block as big- booty electro bounce straight from the old-skool South backs them up. Tunes like the hilarious “Cameltoe” and the self-reflexive “Hey Mami” delight in raw, carefree verses while “Things” takes a familiar melody and runs through all the things a Brooklyn girl loves. Three girls and two guys combine to form a mighty local representation that’s as loose as it is unpolished, as new as it is retro, and as welcome as it is brilliant.
Various Ikebana: Merzbow’s Amlux Rebuilt
Not exactly a remix album-how does one remix noise?-but a service provided by Merzbow, offering his Amlux album to a wide range of noise tinkerers to have their way with. Slutty, isn’t it? Mostly, the artists hold true to form while the thread of noise holds the disparate collection together. As Plug, Luke Vibert uses the dull noise-scalpel to mash Amens; Negativland creates sarcastic dystopic space with the static; and Mouse on Mars uses searing noise to rot guitars. Indeed, selling his noise-soul works wonderfully-across the board, Merzbow adds depth and breadth to the works.

