Compilation Review: µ-ZIQ / ‘Somerset Avenue Tracks 1992-1995’ (Planet Mu)

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★★★★☆

Found to be unsurprisingly upfront on new album Chewed Corners yet still with a degree of the unexpected, the multiples of veteran Mike Paradinas now throws open a previously vinyl-only anthology, criss-crossing 24 times over through unreleased electronic molecules for everyone to mobilize to. Standing to the left, the µ-ZIQ man’s furthermost forays do not occupy the headspace of a scientific mutineer, his sound found to be an open house. At times in fact it’s damned well straightforward, with ambient techno “Vinxel” and disarmingly unblemished keyboard solos “Air” and “Melodion” at the top of the uncomplicated contrasts in melody.

Various strange but beautiful textures (“Spooky Tooth,” “Pollux”) are moulded into shape with deftly mechanical fingers, issuing a come-and-get-me to whatever category is feeling plucky, operating a potter’s wheel spinning on a square-shaped disc, and simply clicking a switch (presumably given the timeline, triumphing with what technology was available) that clears the decks after there’s seemingly no room to budge.

If you want pistons overthrowing the factory floor and professorial madness, there’s ample confusion to get hit by. “Toy Gun #2” and ‘Boistron’ cater for all your dreams of deposed civilization, leading to aftermaths like the mourning drone “Str06,” bent counterattacks “Airto” and “Victor’s March”, and ‘Boilig’ piecing together haunted organs and test tubes. Given the epoch, none of it feels left behind, some going as far as nudging ahead of the game while standing head and shoulders above competition from the same era.

File under: Heterotic, Aphex Twin, Squarepusher

Compilation Review: Mr G / ‘Retrospective’ (Rekids)

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★★★★☆

Perhaps more housey than you’d expect — less about barking orders to face the front with shoulders back — Colin McBean’s archiving has got more pumps than a fiend for flat tires. Connected to techno by the applied DNA of flailing hi-hats (the ones that aren’t clipped but shake all over the place on the drum it), and sporadic doubling up on drum thickness, a funky double disc onslaught loops until hip fractures and busted tailbones have ERs heaving.

Extensive experience shows that one good lick grunting and shunting over and over (the taut temptation of “I’m Dirty”) can be all you need to hit lotto. “Hear Me Out” and “Jet Black” require only dour bass notes to round up a dance floor, though disc two shows signs of swivelling into the floor and unable to free itself from its own locked groove. This is less a problem for “Lights” and “The Day After B”, turning disco filtered love trains into high speed rail links, and gentle giant “My Father’s Farda.”

‘Proper’ techno murk comes from swirling boiler “Pepsi”, with subliminal advertising possibly at work to gauge the tastes of a new generation; and “Danger” boxing you until birds are spinning around your dome. Vocal samples verge on the unusual: “Did You Know” will play on your nerves, Jodeci ooze over the unreleased pleasure/pain experience “Shelter”, and the message on “Going Home” seems a bit wasted on an otherwise fine ambient cascade helping treat summer stereos and poolside walkmans.

File under: The Advent, Carl Cox, Tommy Atkins

Compilation Review: Mock & Toof / ‘Temporary Echoes’ (Tiny Sticks)

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★★★☆☆

Altering the best bits of the Tuning Echoes and Temporary Happiness LPs, Mock & Toof’s Duncan Stump and Nick Woolfson get their remix tables turned into a satisfying portmanteau.

A sundry stew of the pair’s humble, DIY house and electronic pop bent leftwards, without the ingredients scaling too big a cookbook, a mixture of cosmic disco is built with both a speckle of sand (“Norman’s Eyes”, as seen through by Massimiliano Pagliara) and steely, fine-tuned edges. When measuring degrees of emotional pull, Wolf & Lamb’s easy as pie ambient seesaw could well have you blubbering at their complete reinvention of “Shoeshine Boogie.”

Blundetto furnishes the pair with dusty dub, and featuring its own compare and contrast, Kink & Neville Watson (acid with an electro-pop ear, retaining the vocal) and Sling & Samo (empty, lumpy techno that sounds like it could break into Riverside at any moment, vocal-free) both remix the previously quaint “Farewell to Wendo.”

The revision of a little tenderness (Kalabrese), the experimental within a safety net (Tiago) and artists picking what’s right for them (DMX Krew) contribute to the shaping of what is a scour pad of a collection. Rough and smoother sides both present, better known names and less so as well, it’s a set holding its end up independently from the source and doing all three projects justice.

File under: Hot Chip, DFA, Mickey Moonlight

Album Review: Rhythm Plate / ‘Off the Charts’ (Lost My Dog)

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★★★★☆

Skin-tanning soul that looks past the cocktail umbrella, funky house that can poke its tongue out, electro pop gloss opening curtains to spectacular views in an ’80s scented paradise…Matt Rhythm and Ant Plate have pulled out all the stops as well as their own fingers. Fifteen years on from their opening release – they either should know what goes into an album or are really plunging themselves in at the deep end after nothing but 12”s and EPs – it’s a live conversion sounding far more Transatlantic than its humble UK grounding lets on. And they have one CSI Miami appearance more than the rest of us.

With lyrics pleasing in their irregularity (“Blue Ocean”), ice pole-cool pop extensions and slick dance floor grabs (“Not Like That”), the Plate’s pot pourri is loaded with variables that easily take up the challenge of being able to act streetwise before moving back towards the sensitive. Snippy houser “Satellite” links into electro heat-seeker “Digital Entry”, followed by hip-hop boom-boxer “Cut Price Air Cut”; then “Keep a Light On” and “Moments” slide like an ice cube down a glass of good stuff, both building on the duo’s bedrock of producing instrumental and incidental backdrops.

It’s unclear what possessed RP to include “King of Rubbish,” a branch out too many that acts like a post-midnight set of overfed Gremlins. Skip this, extend your summer with the rest and let the Plate hit you.

File under: YSE, Bleep District, Fred Everything