Joakim Fantomes

Long live the French! First, they stand up to Dubya’s war-mongering ways, and now they unleash an early contender for tech-house LP of the year, Joakim’s F?ntomes. As its title suggest, there’s something distinctly ghostly about this album, as if the Gallic producer left the tapes running overnight to capture the murmurs and echoes of the post-industrial world. “Are You Vegetarian?” is particularly gratifying, a shotgun wedding of bulbous electro basslines and stroboscopic dub effects. “John,” meanwhile, pounds away metronomically at the body, an Air-esque soundtrack to an imagined horror movie whose climax might just break your heart-literally.

Various Artists Elektronische Musik Interkontinental 2

“Dwelling, in the proper sense, is now impossible,” wrote Adorno in 1944. “The traditional residences we grew up in have grown intolerable: each trait of comfort in them is paid for with a betrayal of knowledge, each vestige of shelter with the musty pact of family interests.” Glibly extrapolating the German philosopher’s arguments about subjects, nations, and knowledge, we might note that in 2003, the House of Techno is no less shaky; “the musty pact of family interests” sounds a lot like the compromise that comes with any allegiance to genre.

But Cologne’s Kompakt seems out to disprove the theory, having moved into a new space that promises to be the international seat of the microhouse nation. Kompakt has built microhouse its home, because techno, the wandering genre, only dwells in the mix. Kompakt’s recent compilations-Friends (mixed by Triple R), Immer, and Speicher (both mixed by Michael Mayer)-are like techno’s Real World sans the drama, architectural cross-sections revealing what happens when microhouse’s public and private natures collide.

But dwelling is an issue of nation as much as place, and if Kompakt is the world’s microhouse superpower, then Traum is its UN label. Label head Riley Reinhold has spent the last few years scouring Eastern Europe, the Americas, and Asia for refugee strains of Kompakt-styled shufflepunk, recording them and bringing them back to the fold. Elektronische Musik-Interkontinental 2 represents Japan, Poland, Mexico, Australia, Canada, the U.S., and more, suggesting both the durability and the mutability of the form.

It’s uncanny, at first, to hear how closely these tracks hew to what we think of as intrinsically Teutonic (post-)techno, but the tiniest details mark their distance from the source like pushpins on a map. If anything, Fax’s “Danz” outdoes the Profan crew at their own game. The sound may have been born in Cologne, but Fax (a.k.a. Mexico’s Ruben Tamayo) updates the blunted lurch and gritty glide of M:I:5 and Jochem Spieth with a particularly dessicated feel that’s as addictive as a fistful of salt. France’s Yomgaille reworks Dettinger-styled ambiance with “There,” a chugging swirl of competing downbeats that seems perpetually on the verge of drowning in its own wake. Straying further afield, Denmark’s Mikkel Metal sets up a shrine to Chicago and Jamaica with “Delete,” a plaintive fusion of dub effects and post-rock guitars.

This isn’t just about artists mimicking German styles; what’s fascinating here is how Traum has uncovered an intercontinental unconscious. Japan’s Darmush and America’s Smartypants for instance, both tap into the same strange, striated synthesizer tone, as though each were holding up one end of an international taffy-pull. Their similarities have less to do with genre than with a zeitgeist that privileges highly interiorized but still dance club-worthy music, presupposing both infrastructure and audience. It is’ dare say, a utopian project. Like virtual states such as Elgaland-Vargalandia and the State of Sabotage, which sidestep the collapsing world of nation-states with mental and digital “border territories,” Traum and its allies accomplish the same in purely sonic terms. Elektronische Musik-Interkontinental 2 is the passport to a state of bliss.”

8 Doogymoto Minimalistico

The trio called 8 Doogymoto is unlike just about any other act in electronic music, so it’s not too surprising to find them on Matthew Herbert’s Soundslike label. Singer Fumi’s breathy vocals, sung in hybrid English and Japanese, adorn bandmates Viktor and Heinrich’s chugging house structures, which bend and bow under the weight of guitars, Casios and unorthodox sound sources. 8 Doogymoto might best be compared to tropic?lia legend Tom Z?, whose carnivalesque avant-pomp and semi-pop set the stage for this trio’s exuberant amalgamations. Contrary to its title, Minimalistico is joyously full of emotion and imagination, all bound together with rubber bands and masking tape: sticky, rickety and wonderfully precarious.

Billy Dalessandro Midievalization

Italy’s Billy D drops his seventh release on Resopal, the solid new label run by Frank Elting and Stephan Lieb (MRI, Konvex|Konkav), and it’s a dark, sultry stormer perfectly in line with Resopal’s moody MO. Touched up with Teutonic oom-pah and slathered with Chicago acid, Midievalization eats away at you, especially on tracks like the wickedly funky “Show Yourself” and the appropriately named “At the Razor’s Edge,” where propulsive syncopations and buzzing, schizo inflections beat back reason with a backhand slap. Fans of Areal and Festplatten, agitate wildly.

Various Artists Thinkbox Edition 1: Settings

Windsor/Detroit’s Thinkbox offers itself as the latest entrant to the North American pantheon of micro-labels peddling minimalistic sounds; its first compilation includes known entities like Bill Van Loo and Mark Laliberte as well as less familiar names Steve Roy and Christopher Bissonnette. There’s nary a 4/4 kick to be found here-the comp slides from fuzzed needle-hiss to battered ambiance in the vein of Lucky Kitchen’s “Sparkling Composers” series. Field recordings, melted bell tones, lung rustle and run-out rattle all blur together into a remarkably accomplished collection that burrows deep into your cortex and blooms there.

Tame One When Rappers Attack

Coming back from the wrong side of the tracks is the Artifacts’ Tame One, giving indie hip-hop a much-needed dose of back-to-basics rhyming. Considering how long it has been since he’s had product out, Tame has very quickly knocked the dust off his flow, updating it with a few more multisyllabic rhymes. His delivery shows that he hasn’t missed a step during his hiatus, as he confidently kicks clever metaphors like I register game like “Jon Schecter.” Unfortunately, the production isn’t up to Tame’s level-the tracks range from plodding and boring to mediocre. It’s a shame Tame couldn’t be backed with better beats to make this a complete package, but as a rhyming exposition, When Rappers Attack succeeds admirably.

Family Tree Tree House Rock

Chicago’s Family Tree crew has been building up a rep for making solid tunes. This compilation illustrates that, though it isn’t without some skipworthy tracks. The production, largely by the criminally underrated Molemen, is consistent throughout, heavy on the boom-bap and buoyed by creative samples. And there’s plenty of great scratch hooks courtesy of Tone B. Nimble and DJ Precyse. The rapping, on the other hand, has a few dead spots. Take, for example, “Horse,” featuring Mr. Greenweedz and Allstar. It’s a great concept-the MCs trade verses in a game of Horse-but it’s muddled in subpar rhyming. But the Family Tree is a collective of good lyricists, if not always the best MCs, so the good moments far outweigh the bad on this collection.

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