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Wink Wink 2011 - A bit of a change this year
amok:
(self-titled; 2010; V2)
Contender
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StaedlerMars:
--- Quote from: Algernon on 08 Jan 2011, 20:21 ---Timber Timbre - Timber Timbre (2009)
Magic Arrow
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This album is pretty fucking excellent, I'm actually surprised it hadn't been posted yet.
ThePianoMan:
--- Quote from: KvP on 07 Jan 2011, 01:45 ---Downliners Sekt - We Make Hits, Not the Public
The Autechre comparisons are apt only in that this is really impeccably produced - the punch of the drums and the buzz of the bass is pretty unbelievable, but it isn't remote or proggy the way Autechre often is. I passed on these guys before and I guess I really shouldn't have. This is what Eskmo would sound like if he wasn't so tangled up in that brostep problem. With Eskmo, James Blake and this, maybe vox direct from the DJ is becoming a new Thing.
--- Quote from: Resident Advisor (4/5) ---We Make Hits, Not the People is the second in a trilogy of physically-released EPs by Downliners Sekt, four tracks exploring the innermost mechanisms of electronic music. Gears grind, pistons slam, exposed circuity enervates by rerouting electricity into explosive dead ends, all that good industrial stuff. Not unlike Raster-Noton's recent output, the fastidiously mechanical music shares certain structural ideas with dubstep. However, the force with which these beats crash and skid on the warehouse floor packs a determined wallop far greater than even the deepest sub-bass caverns of London.
As opposed to the unfriendly "industrial detritus" of preceding EP Hello Lonely, Hold the Nation, Hits feels more structured. Every track carries some sort of vocal melody, presumably sampled from any number of pop or R&B sources. They may be fragmented and occasionally encased in suffocating bulletproof glass, but they're melodies nonetheless. Downliners Sekt don't go about the typical route of dehumanizing androgyny or fashioning the anthemic and triumphant out of snippets, but rather use their siren songs to thicken the dread. On "White Dawn," a disconnected voice tremulously whimpers "I feel so cold"—it's too easy, too obvious and too effective.
"From Under Spinning Lights" starts the EP off with subtle sputters, synths whirring in the background—until the swinging beat finally drops, brutal by anyone's standards. This is painful music. Probing tendrils of electricity snarl and spark, menacingly creeping up the sides. The softly cooing vocals exhorting that "love is real" from somewhere deep within the track's churning chambers are mocking, an ugly approximation of humanity from a hulking mech.
Those electric currents combine with the beats for the startling "Incertia Gloria": Think five Reese basslines playing at once. But just like the previous EP, the final track shows the most progress: the potential energy of "Selfish G" is such that it sounds like the track is compelled to move, a violent thrust that nearly brings it down from within. Horns murmur in the distance and vocals babble meaningless phrases that ride the same unnatural horizontal trajectory; this mechanical beast isn't even pretending to be human anymore. As the track burns itself out, consumed by digital distortion flames, it becomes a question of whether or not Downliners Sekt vision is a dystopian reality or a nightmarish hallucination, but while their beats are playing, the thrilling terror—or awe—they inspire renders such matters meaningless.
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This really is some brilliant stuff--definitely one of the best things I've heard lately. It's worth noting, though, that you can download this (and all their other releases) for free from their website.
likshot:
Linton Kwesi Johnson is a UK-based dub poet. He became the second living poet, and the only black poet, to be published in the Penguin Classics series. His poetry involves the recitation of his own verse in Jamaican Patois over dub-reggae.
This is a compilation album and captures completely the anger of the Rasta man during the violent summer of 1981 in Brixton, South London.
At the beginning of April, the Metropolitan Police began Operation Swamp 81 - plain clothes police officers were dispatched into Brixton, and within five days almost 950 people were stopped and searched through the heavy use of the sus law - which allowed police to stop and search any individual on the basis of 'suspicion' of wrong-doing. This increased tension between the police and the community eventually leading to the riot.
Happy summer reggae this 'aint. It a cyall ta arms chap!
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KvP:
Huh, always wondered what "Swamp 81" referred to.
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