Album Review: Lee J Malcolm / ‘Terrestrial’ (EPM)

★★★☆☆

Pinpointing the mellower angles of Folded Spaces is an instant spoiler alert from this UK technologist. Lee J Malcolm essentially packs his heavy duty motifs back into storage, as if there’s a time and a place, so one set of fans of the 2011 LP will be a little disappointed that “Miri Pow” is the sole purveyor of low wrenching rumbles, while “Trashcan Riotface Queen” has spots of techno in its blood. He is however keeping alive an interest in late night, stargazing electronica that was the other part of the deal on his debut. “Wonder How” adds heavy craters to the formation of moon dust clouds, and the fine “Freememake” is transfixed by the night sky until it finds itself in the face of a meteor shower.

The early danger is being even-tempered electronica with little of the unexpected, an uninterrupted route from A to B. “To London To Meet The Band” tries settling this score by planting layers of the cryptic, as Malcolm develops a reclusive aura of a bedroom alchemist by streetlight using a quill to fuel feeling, and “For Dam” displays a Burial-like lurch. “Trappings” and “We Just Might” reach insignificant outcomes, though both are technically skilled in their poise — therein lies the difficulty to stay above average when it comes to relaxation babbling along, occasionally soaring and with a little tension still in earshot.

File under: Vessels, ASC, The Fractal Skulls

Album Review: Crosson & Merveille / ‘DRM’ (Visionquest)

★★★☆☆

A deep house oasis, a blur and overlap into a blissful massaging of dancing feet, an improvised, accessible victory over doughty beats… Ryan Crosson and Cesar Merveille introduce themselves as goers with the flow, turning on-the-low drowse into pleasant giddiness. “Pending” gambols down village lanes and over babbling brooks, looking for a TV extra meal ticket as it goes. It is orderly and not just a scatterbrained wax and wane of thoughts and emotions, despite some stretches of “Again & Again” getting a juicy groove on while all around is losing it in an unruly jazz patchwork.

This is where DRM becomes less like relaxation and more like work. “No Hassle” is streaked with smoky piano and horn drones played near blindfolded, both sneaky and bold in its chatter over a routine rhythm. The 13-minute title track is less of a team player with its scrappy creativity, though once people hear the chug of the bass, as per the more tribal “Orca”, the shift as to what’s in charge is obvious.

To boost the initial feeling of freedom, passionate electronica with an IDM bent in “At The Seams” and the apprehensive “Escale” returns to telling ears to go with what they feel, able in being both alert and ready to bed you down. A little mismatched with its timings and course, but any bid to make the natural and irregular work deserves credit.

File under: Visionquest, Luciano, Queen Atom

Compilation Review: ‘Get Lost 5, mixed by Acid Pauli’ (Crosstown Rebels)

★★★★☆

His house music spun by candlelight with a faint and quirky glow, Acid Pauli is playing for a select band of trusted followers — a few more than a back to mine, but not by much, with everything cosily cocooned in a cave-turned-club. Crucially not fading into the pallid or the muted, augmented by a sense of the noble (Kadebostan), the sultry (Raz Ohara) and the not-of-this-world (the Speak n Spell guesting on Normal Brain’s “M-U-S-I-C”), Martin Gretschmann is resident DJ to a secret society and faraway place that takes two discs, two and a half hours and a secret middle compartment to get to. Oddballs from Nicolas Jaar and the slightly creepy Jan Turkenburg, where Pauli flies closer to the sun, make nice with Move D’s lounge groove and Pauli’s own “Farewell Fred” offering sounds coming in from the cold.

Disc two carries on with the stylish, tribally-attuned modesty, broadening the mix’s weight with Pauli & Nannue Tipitier trying to swell its band of followers who have hung on his every beat so far. It does edge towards regular deep house dalliances in the dark, with the greater shimmies of Kabale Und Liebe and Tempo Di Roma discovering an ass-to-shake ratio. Intercepted by the steel drums of Taron Trekka and the reassurances of Calico Horse, Francesca Lombardo and The Band That Never Met, the candles begin to flicker this way and that, but never go out.

File under: NU, dOP, Console

Album Review: Ital / ‘Dream On’ (Planet Mu)

★★★★☆

Ital seems in much more of a hurry than when Hive Mind condensed ambient dance for a generation always on the move into something you could power down to in your lunch break. Again working to a compact schedule (and again making you wonder why he doesn’t go all out on the album format, compounded by the too-short-for-anything “Housecapella”), Daniel Martin-McCormick starts with busy house pinched by synth slingshots to enjoyably mess up your preparations. As it transpires, it’s only the tip of an iceberg that becomes more and more treacherous.

“Boi” rummages through footwork/dubstep backstreets, excitingly putting the frighteners into a Beyonce sample. Abrasions reach a high on the scalded Waterfalls mix of “Eat Shit,” trying to hold onto industrialism and continuing the image of Ital picking a mood like he’s poring over a menu of tapas, but drawing out each dish. Typically, what lasts three and a half minutes seems to put ears through 12 rounds.

Now it’s a campaign to scorn concepts of cleanliness and continuity. The testing, stone-faced deep techno grind of “Enrique” jangles its keys to the gateway to hell, and “What a Mess” piles up chaotic, histrionic electronica. Even “Deep Cut,” a tracky house vibe with a household bassline pedigree, gets hit on by scything synth washes, as Martin-McCormick finds this release’s best accessory is lashing out.

File under: Ben UFO, Mi Ami, Mouse on Mars