Compilation Review: ‘The Gym: Muscle Tuff’ (The Gym)

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★★★☆☆

The Gym collective lay down a fantastically sleeved eight point plan of how to get your pulse alight. Start off slowly, then vary the reps and intensity.

After a soulful pep talk from Josa Peit, Brandt Brauer Frick’s “Two in a Bush” is a once-smooth techno pulley scratched ragged, The Gym owners tuning a treadmill that throws up objects to disrupt your stride. The dulled techno of “Reset My Mind” is Bodo Elsel favoring mental over physical conditioning, an unblinking, pained vocal drone looking for the reboot button as if aghast at its own reflection. Strictly for gym loners that go through their own rituals before bench-pressing twice their bodyweight with their little finger, the album is generally for those wanting to box themselves into a corner. Don’t expect a fronting instructor to take the lead, though there’s more a group effort about the disco confidence coursing through Muff Deep. Much like a treadmill visit, Muscle Tuff is perfunctory in doing you good, though by all means gorge on Douglas Greed’s nasty bassline slingshot.

James Braun and Dan M’s “People Move” and Bernard Crochet’s “Dawn Raid…,” turning bass over for a leaden techno skipping rope, are further engagements in focus mode; chiselled sparseness that’s ready for the gladiatorial. Dollkraut’s tinman perseveres into a jazzy deep house getdown, and Max Graef supplies the collection’s breather, revelling in a dizzy spell with bass rebounds and time/space appraisal.

File under: Nina Kraviz, Aroop Roy, Pierre Chevallier

Album Review: DeepChord / ’20 Electrostatic Soundfields’ (Soma)

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★★★★☆

Much like last year’s Sommer, DeepChord drifts to an ever-blurring set of compass points. Broadly a chillout album, Rod Modell’s construction of a seemingly inviting hammock is made with bits of barbed wire and can swing in the eye of a storm. He imagines many environments – a life aquatic, the rainbow’s end, Area 51, a higher plain, or simply a space guided by a shapeshifting subtlety.

Tracks smudge into one another in fluid mutation. There is the occasional upsurge of distinction, such as “Whispering Pines” and “Raval” emerging through the clouds like a skyscraper, while “Barcelona” bizarrely enlightens to a backdrop of traffic. But such announcements tend to evaporate into the next scene as Modell values long and short pooled through a slow dub hypodermic. The rippling anonymity of loops creates a spell-caster. But let it get inside your head and the detection of prickles and pressures are cause for insomnia. As it corkscrews in lapsed time, the likes of “Aerosphere” and “De Wallen” tick to buried house tempos. “Lotus Leaves” suddenly leaves you lost and without cellphone coverage, and “Trompettersteeg”‘s alarm clock stimulates your conscience further, rather than getting you to wake up.

Aware again of the album experience, a collective body tossing and turning as one, its magnetic mystery invents its own reality from a five year period prior to 2013. Modell apparently doing very little to effect so much is the IDM oath, where episodes of restlessness uncross a human side.

File under: Echospace, Soultek, Basic Channel

Compilation Review: ‘The Mix Collection – Tiefschwarz’ (Renaissance)

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★★★★☆

Hail to the latest Tiefschwarz weight loss program — you’re always bound to sweat off a few kilos in their deep house gym, though this is a straighter, narrower circuit compared to the sometime off-the-cuff kinks of say, Chocolate. Between their customary furrows through the night (Dischords) and teasers of beats lighter on their feet (Axel Boman’s “Cubic Mouth”), your schedule finds the sweeter scents of Eric Volta & Jonny Cruz and the almost inevitable appearance of Koze’s “Royal Asscher Cut,” amidst travels through synth pop provocations. Ewan Pearson acts on behalf of Bachar Mar-Khalife, and Michael Mayer plays hard nosed yet immaculately manicured. Knox’s offer of a lovingly weightless there-there, as Ali & Basti roll in blue grass, approves the mix’s unity under disco lights (or lack of them).

Though the burn you feel is not a trial by hot coals, Martinez & Carballo will sound better if you get your head down. Tiefschwarz’ “Voices” and Elon’s “Andres” test you as the mix’s mugginess starts to rise and drowsiness drifts in time with fluctuating blood sugar levels, and the gritted teeth of Kenny Leaven wants your all or nothing. Put work in and thou shalt be rewarded – those rewards being Dyed Soundorom’s immaculate swing jacker, Sonodab’s funky worm, and more synth turns through constellations. Tiefschwarz’ turning of the reps up and down gets you plenty of variation subtly locking together the transparent and translucent.

File under: Tale of Us, Mathew Jonson, Isolee

Album Review: Neosignal / ‘Raum und Zeit’ (Division)

Neosignal Raum und Zeit

★★★☆☆

Drum ‘n’ bass heads Phace & Misanthrop look to cash in on dubstep’s divergence by going all prog rock about it and putting the jump into jumpsuit. A very different kind of dubstep drama, stepping up to a theatrically flashbacked, keyboard-is-king plate, if bro-step was the gnarly, horns-making frat, Florian Harres and Michael Bräuninger have the keys to the school of performing arts next door with its own comic book kiosk.

Smoke machines blaring from the off, Neosignal take measure of ’80s Spandex, create blockbuster builds-up and board post-D&B guitar chugs before voyaging off into a galaxy you imagine is situated just past France. At times it’s an abnormal, audacious playing of kitsch epics against the rock-hard. Horsepower butting with unicorns, “Planet Online” and “Dernier Cri” get close to minimising the gap with electro chargers well set to occupy both sides of a fence that “Kein Signal” looks to blow to pieces. “Sequenz” and “1000 Volt” twist bass power boosts to interrupt playing at rock gods, “Temptation” is but one head-banger whipping a German glam metal mane, and “Kosmos” does in-flight electro entertainment, with the light show to match, for UFOs to descend to.

In a time when a pair of robot rockers has sent the music press spinning, Neosignal are getting high off their vapors. Live on stage it has the promise to be spectacular, the reviews sure to range from spectacular to WTF? That’s entertainment.

File under: Karl Bartos, Justice, Housse de Racket