Album Review: Vector Lovers / ‘iPhonica’ (Soma)

VECTOR LOVERS - IPHONICA

★★★☆☆

Composed entirely on an iPhone, Vector Lovers’ Martin Wheeler announces that the end of the world is nigh, someone should’ve thought of the idea sooner, or this is music’s creative platform from now on.

The distinction between mobile production unit and fully equipped studio is unnoticeable, to the point where cynics might question whether a phone alone was involved. And in the event of being completely familiar with the Nanostudio app used, others will find it limited and predictable (okay, it’s a long shot, but in this world of keeping ahead of technology, it at least readies a messageboard debate.)

The result is tingly electronic downtime keeping one wary eye open (“Vigil” shows the synthetic world a human spirit), dubtronica watching clouds pass — certainly conjuring images of VL being in his own world when producing from airport lobby or hotel room — and hard-boiled tech constructions (“Replicator”) on a gentle sensory wavelength. Wheeler imparts a revisited irony early on with “Warm Laundrette” – using the most upfront equipment to recreate a 1982 electro-synth profile – to raise the album from its slight, prolonged one dimensionality.

When the world’s massage parlours all become automated, this’ll probably be its soundtrack. It certainly disposes the idea of personal stereo hiss being heard from the back of the bus or train given its full bodied riches, but it’s the concept and blurb that wins out over the music.

File under: DFRNT, Lee J Malcolm, Badly Born Droid

Album Review: Sonny Fodera / ‘Moving Forward’ (Cajual)

Sonny Fodera - Moving Forward

★★★★☆

The Australian makes club music to buy expensive cocktails to: clean and classy funky house, a fluttery bed of niceness stepping off basslines encouraging a throb from hip-bone to big toe. A builder rather than a definer, Fodera aims at the early part of your social when you’re just getting a feel for where your night’s gonna take you.

A little French filter makes “Turn Down” featuring Gene Farris the one to drain your glass to, and the album’s palm trees are hit by gusts when the clonking basslines of “How Quick,” entailing a great lesson in attitude from Amber Jolene, and “Putting It Down” turn the album with low-end house sureshots that swap that last Cosmopolitan for a slug of something stronger. Your cosy terrace view now doubling as a locked-out sweatbox, the VIP experience becomes a back and forth between the cool (though you may feel pestered by “Caviar Dreams” trying to get to know you) and the steaming.

Fodera’s application of just a little bit of pressure spreads into the sexy pre-Millennium garage-like wind of “Make Me Feel,” and Kim Swift applies dollops of sass on the frosted “You Ain’t For Real.” In effect quite a modestly constructed (or safely functioning) record shaped by in-tune lyricists (never better illustrated than the impudent tribalism of “Mo Fish in da Sea”), Fodera is definitely one for targeting vibes so that the rest shall follow.

File under: DJ Mes, Bru Fave, Oscar G

Album Review: Space Dimension Controller / ‘Welcome to Mikrosector-50’ (R&S)

Space Dimension Controller Welcome to Mikrosector-50

★★★★☆

As it commandeers your stereo by way of a winking, semi-narrated creation of its own mythology slash travel brochure (the press release is a work of art), Welcome to Mikrosector-50 blinds you with its high Starfleet ranking. Its captain SDC spray-paints the opening scroll of Star Wars, while gorging on Total Recall and Demolition Man given some of the layovers of headset dialogue. However, the assignment settles as a varied, informed selection of electro, house and techno, nullifying the notion of Jack Hamill as just a jester using Saturn’s rings as a hula hoop.

The freaky-deakiness of sleaze-dipped, jumping jack funk nods to a certain pair of highly decorated Pubahs from the Motor City (“Mr. 8040’s Introduction,” the title track), warming up in becoming acquainted with the vessel’s controls, trailing serene stretches of the Milky Way with a bizarrely workable mix of cosmic disco and soft metal (“When Your Love Feels Like It’s Fading”). Fronted by a loverman whose raps, like a medallion swinging Zapp Brannigan, can never be taken seriously, the purring porn wah-wahs of “Quadraskank Interlude” prove that in outer space, no one can hear you knocking boots.

When game-time kicks in, roaming, Italo/Euro edged house, busy joystick-jerking acid (“Rising”), smooth grooving watching the world go by (“The Love Quadrant”) and chugging dub-disco beats, coordinate and validate Hamill’s flair, sense of humor and timing turning oddity into odyssey.

File under: Detroit Grand Pubahs, RL/VL, Jesse Boykins & Melo-X

Album Review: Sasha / ‘Involv3r’ (Ministry of Sound)

sasha-involv3r

★★★☆☆

Nearly ten years since the first Involver compilation and five since volume two, Sasha’s Balearic teaching is still resonant and relevant. Building, taking his time, showing clubbers where to go and what to do when the sun begins its descent, he of a golden age of superstar DJs works up a deep tech house session with as much relish for loosening up and keeping going.

Effortlessly fluent, personally guiding the sun down himself like an airport marshal, Sasha’s set hums sagely while a wiry girly or candle flickering vocal usually wraps itself around the settings (Ultraísta’s “Smalltalk,” Sasha’s own “Shoot You Down”), while ThermalBear’s “Turn the Tide” plays patron for deep and stylish grooves with ripples of expectancy and vim. Remixing The xx, Benjamin Damage & Doc Daneeka, Ananda Project James Zabiela and more to fit the cause would lead to whispers on the merits of re-tuning all on his terms, were the mix not so accessible in its EDM shushing.

Propped up by a more travel-sized ambient mix, Sasha distils and cleanses the essence of disc one’s contributors. On the surface it just seems to be in thought with itself or has simply lessened the pulse of the source on a two-for-one basis, but is such that the pair become perfect partners as separate entities. Mind soul and body all taken care of, which has always been Sasha’s game.

File under: John Digweed, Nick Warren, Charlie May