Album Review: Kristian Heikkila / ‘Kombinations’ (EPM)

★★★★☆

Scheming in adamant, move-it-or-lose-it techno circles, Kombinations should actually only come in the singular: the classic of bass oscillation meets clanging percussion snips, coming from your average out-of-sight research development centre. Kristian Heikkila’s bunkered rollers force heads down until they’re being dunked, the Swede hammering home his point with “We Want Techno,” featuring one of those “History of House”/”The DJ” style monologues that gatecrashers the minimalism. Where frequencies are calculated to the nanosecond, Heikkila concurrently serves notice of a shift into a tech-house sound, where the impact and pull give the slightest rebalancing and where the chokehold isn’t quite as throttling.

The reasoning could well be that by the time the slithering “Filter” and restless “Svaj” have emerged from whatever skank-hole they’ve been lurking in, the more rounded out bumps of “02” are there to provide a marginal, lesser of two evils relief (“01” having created some sort of malicious twin inverse). Repeated listening reveals Heikkila is shape-shifting like a sneak, with the eerie electro and dub voltages running through “Stakker” and temporary creep-out on “Noises” making you both catch and hold your breath. See, more Kombinations than you first think, where it pays to stay part of a crowd whose only interaction will be through the sharing of sweat.
File under: Christian Lundqvist, Agoria, Motor City Drum Ensemble

Album Review: Dub Pistols / ‘Worshipping the Dollar’ (Sunday Best)

★★★★☆

UK bum-rushers Dub Pistols have festival goers ready to greedily eat from the palm of their hand. Wholly set up for the live experience, the instantaneous draw of house, drum ‘n’ bass, hip-hop and dub explodes with ragga hooks, regularly provided by Dan Bowskill, and a raft of scrumptious horn fanfares. It’s safe to say that the big beat tag that made them has long been left behind, though not totally dispensed with given the inclusion of Fatboy Slim cohort Lindy Layton, and the translation from stage to studio doesn’t come up short. With a little education lead by UK scholar Akala speaking up on “West End Story,” and narrative finding Brit-rap legend Rodney P going out of his head on the surging “Mucky Weekend,” its party-friendliness insists on pushing levels into the red. Opening ragga-house rumpus “Alive” has bass that can be heard for miles around, calling out the best of Groove Armada’s “Superstylin” and Funkstar de Luxe’s “Sun is Shining” in one fell swoop.

What the album lacks in outright originality, re-entering the home listening/live event argument again, it’s ever-ready to rev up a foolproof scatter & swing blueprint: clean, uncluttered, piece-by-piece production. More’s the point, the Barry Ashworth-helmed unit have been in the game long enough to know what makes a front row tick, pushing for crowd-surfing to become an Olympic sport so they can bring home gold.
File under: Groove Armada, Rudimental, Monkey Mafia

Album Review: Eternal Basement / ‘Zustandsgeber’ (Harthouse Mannheim)

★★★☆☆

An album with a beginning, middle and an end, Harthouse linchpin Eternal Basement represents a beneath the surface gateway to watery tangents in deep techno, Michael Kohlbecker discovering more the further down he ducks under. Harboring both an ambience and anxiety, you can be minding your own business until a sudden tug throws you off center. Very much schooled in how one echoey chord on repeat speaks a thousand words, the Basement is all about form, function and discipline rather than the provision of an emotional outlet. In spite of the warm fronts that pass by, there’s usually a cold snap telling it to move on.

“Taking Place in You” is where the deep end swallows the weak, made possible by beautiful angel-summoning chords observing tech-house going on a manhunt – think Jam & Spoon meeting Armand van Helden on his UK garage grind. The album beefing itself up with the pretty unsociable “Vollmond” and irritable “Mindcontrol” looping into a clench, finishes with the heaven-scented “Sentio”, which though rather unashamedly Chicane-inspired in performance, is a welcome lift from a heavy going midsection. While its character suffers because of its undeniable organisztion, there’s some good stuff fighting to break free from the inflexible.
File under: Sven Väth, Fünf D, Saafi Brothers

Album Review: Sterac AKA Steve Rachmad / ‘Secret Life of Machines Remastered and Remixed’ (100% Pure)

★★★★☆

Landmark techno that comprehensively breaks down age barriers, Steve Rachmad’s 1995 dance floor version of “The Borrowers” is in many ways the conventional out of body experience. The key is for the Dutchman not to be too pushy, as the science will take care of itself and self-develop – a tweak in formula here, a variable brought to a natural conclusion there, and the full bodied, single-minded sound getting into your head and flushing the faculties. The smooth new age travelling flourishes in kaleidoscopic loops, where “Astronotes” captures the techno life cycle, and “The Lost of a Love” gathers surprising emotion despite a rather standard deep techno setup. It can be abrasive, with the grinding ironmonger “Axion” more about sharpening elbows, showing what happens when the neatness of sonic mathematics drops in a rogue element. Rachmad nipping in between comes up with “Sitting on Clouds” and the classic sounding “Thera,” heavy going on the feet but simultaneously full of radiant bounce.

Techno purists, a bunch best avoided in confrontation, have expressed beef in certain quarters regarding omissions from the original tracklist. Five digital-only adjustments taking the package near the two hour mark, and a big league remix roster in support, are dubious appeasement. The counter offer is that if this is your first encounter with The Secret Life…, it’s probably your duty to backtrack and get an even fuller picture of an eternal techno sound.
File under: Esteban del Monte, Parallel 9, Ignacio