First thing that strikes you is the overtly tactile nature of this latest dsic release, there’s something of an apparitional whiff of Sindre Bjerga about it as processing boundaries smudge into more ‘hands on’ realities…
Machine frictions and industrial indigestions start the disc… a ping ponging of mechanized rhythms, counter pointed by a rattle of skeleton chop sticks … later drowned out in bassy bulks and slow bled manipulations…
Track three shifts the focus in an unravelling of brittle shapes… sweeps of fractured china dripping in the condensation of masked breath… the grain, overtly visual, like an asthmatic after party clean up… a bag dragging enema of broken crockery, turpentine hex and eerie taps…
Track four is more processor locked, grabbing your ear in a painful squeeze from the offset , dancing out on a multi textural circuit squeak, squirting out Barbarella bubbles and lush explosive colours …effect envelopes within envelopes … a transforming Russian dolly of transistorised mangleaze … I could happily listen to a whole album of this, a true highpoint …
The album closer is a droney one, with a loose string resonance… drylined acerbic, growing out in threatening spurts and slowly wrung psychodramas, those mirror written déjà vu’s upping sinister tensions…
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