Album Review: Cari Lekebusch / ‘You Are a Hybrid Too’ (H-Productions)

★★★★☆

It’s not customary to split hairs with someone like Cari Lekebusch, the inexhaustible techno tactician from Sweden. His latest is a double album of pure techno that won’t give you as much as a passing look, the kind of dance floor hog that holds grudges like its firstborn and takes holidays in black holes. Without hammering out a senseless template it slyly expands minds, refusing to relinquish its grip on your grey cells.

The lack of deviation, or dutifully sticking to a game plan, means the most conspicuous tracks — only a couple of them — are easily identifiable because they buck the trend of a procession blurring into the same dark hue. It’s far from a scientific discovery: whereas the system moves from left to right, the harder funker “Boiling the Frog,” the jumpier “Ghost Notes” and the dubbed-out finale “Vanishing Act” go up and down. Lekebusch is conducting by producing ‘live’ and manipulating block bars of sounds, adding what’s available on the run as and when (“Black Diamond” bears a discernible riff in isolation).

No good for home listening? Hmm, harsh, but given this mission statement, maybe true. Maybe Lekebusch’s transitions and weight differences are too subtle for their own good. A split decision? Try telling that though to techno heads briefed on Lekebusch’s insularity – they’ll be more than happy to accept the hybrid label.
File under: Braincell, Alexi Delano, Mystic Letter K

Album Review: Amirali / ‘In Time’ (Crosstown Rebels)

★★★★☆

In Time has its roots in ’80s electro-pop and synth house, where Amirali Shahrestani credibly demonstrates cool for both genres, both past and present. Those styles are only the tip of an iceberg that Amirali chips away at. Shorts of ambiance and the downtempo want companionship and solitude in equal measure — “Painting on a Canvas” confirms Amirali’s enigma early on, minus his soon-dominant sleepy vocal. Into deep house, Amirali gently kicks on (“Beautiful World,” “Hear Me”) yet asserts caution and reels in his personal safety net, building a complex cross-section of calm and calculating. As the title suggests, he does everything by his watch.

The general air would appear frustrated or defeated. That’s not the case, but disappointment lingers into a smother — none of the usual synth wondrousness here. Paired with his ghost-trained, washed out lyrics giving guru-like status updates (“Missing” and “Just An Illusion” making long, guiding microphone inhalations), Amirali creates a tight-lipped nervousness. The Iranian/Canadian works reclusive behavior that nudges into the pop sphere and onto the dance floor, where he eventually stays put in a kind of half-awakening. When “Midnight Train” provides a slight lift and “My Way” works to a true Crosstown groove, the key is not to get too comfortable: that’s when you are most vulnerable, and that’s just where Amirali’s sly persuasiveness wants you.
File under: Strict Border, Hot Chip

Album Review: Huoratron / ‘Cryptocracy’ (Last Gang Records)

★★★☆☆

Cardiac electro-techno plus neon-clawed dubstep equals jackhammer divided by piledriver. Finland’s Aku Raski appears to have done a Skrillex the other way round, now appealing to dance fans after serving those who bang heads at heavy metal balls. Parading synths and bass as a never-ending stockpile of weapons and issuing the newest warning that this be music that parents just don’t understand, mothers and fathers will be campaigning about Huratron’s lack of subtlety and (not unreasonably) shortage of skill. Creating luminously-powered destruction that sets off police and fire alarms – think of what the live performance must be like – this isn’t a technological meltdown, but the technology biting back.

The splutter and reload of “A699F” will turn brains mushy where dubstep listens to nu metal, but the likes of “Force Majeure” still fit into contemporary playlists. While coming at you from all angles, there’s a definite, not shine, but know-how forcing its way out of the underground, meaning it’s not that anti-social. “Bug Party” and “Dungeons and Dungeons” are gutter house for all fidget freaks, bassline sickos and those into the sound of lawnmowers being used as implement of discotheque torture, and the brilliantly named “Sea of Meat” does pure juggernauting dubstep. It’s perhaps the most memorable cut as it stays undistracted from its line of fire compared to the higgledy-piggledy 4×4 moshes.
File under: Atari Teenage Riot; Bloody Beetroots; Rednek

Album Review: Bass Clef / ‘Reeling Skullways’ (Punch Drunk)

★★★☆☆

It’s always the way. You’re just getting comfortable with an artist’s individual side – in the case of Bass Clef’s Ralph Cumbers, a dubstep spectacle involving a trusty trombone – and then he departs into something different. In reality Reeling Skullways is just another day in the life of the London/Bristol alchemist. Aside from confirming that most dubstep producers have got a 4×4 album waiting to get out, Cumbers has already made a name out of daring to be different by morphing his brass into all sorts, and has more than his fair share of side projects.

Freehand strategies are out, straight ahead, spacious and space-fired house and techno (and verbose titles) are in. Bass Clef shows sensibility in deep rhythms with astral offshoots (the perfectly named acid spiral “Hackney-Chicago-Jupiter”) that, though definitely not dubstep, will fit nicely in the side drawer of many a bass imprint. The spring-loaded “Electricity Comes From Other Planets” and the kaleidoscopic “Stenaline Metranil Solar Flare” are the most notable tracks to edge their way across intersections but stay organized, and “Suddenly Alone Together” keeps some dubstep segments spare as if to keep the faith and followers onside. Decisively in the zone rather than handing out anything joyous, playtime is over on a neat sidestep into another sideline.
File under: Scuba, Eats Everything, Peverilist