Long time kept in the pipelines, we are proud to welcome the discreet, although agitated newcomer Legion 808 conveying his debut vinyl release on the label. Composed while stuck in some kind of hallucinated trance, his mind and body cemented behind the four walls of his Parisian apartment, the Frenchman ultimately unleashes a scathing first entry into his discography. Taking the shape of a vicious six track mini-album, long brewed with ruthless humor, oozing fever and nervous breakdowns, Tombouctou Crisis feels as vigorous as a slap in the face. Making up for some of the best industrial bedroom music we’ve heard as of late, he always manages to find his way back to the surface throughout the many layers of bizarre grooves and caustic humor, zealous snare attacks and strange nursery rhymes. Only to uncover a depressurized atmosphere of sorts; from which a strong smell of burned asphalt never gets off your clothes.
Techno Thriller joins the Unknown Precept fam with a brand new mini-album, following the release of their eponymous full-length album a few months back. Recorded in their Brussels stronghold earlier this year, the four-handed formation has steadily been crafting cybernated Gothic music from the depths of their narrow basement. Drawing inspiration from dark dungeons and occult folklore, not without evocative titles. Compelling murky synthpunk and industrial machinery colliding in fervor and howls. Enfant de Sodome feels as muscular and drenched as one could expect from their thrilling live performances. Free falling tumultuous bass lines lacerated by ominous muffled barking and groans. Bone-bending primitive techno catapulted over the walls in the most urgent fashion. At times, it very much feels like trying to dance on some sort of cryptic electronic body music in a heavy chain-mail, or at least we urge you to do so. Amsterdam’s worst kept secret makes it back to Unknown Precept with his long-awaited album and first solo output since the acclaimed Divine Bovine cassette mini-album. Inspired by an evening spent in a restaurant next to a car demolition site, Eindkrak’s long player debut echoes the distant sound of steel being crushed and cars pressed into cubes. All this noise, in combination with the taste of good Italian food, lead to the eleven tracks making up for the aptly titled Brullend Staal — loosely translated to weeping steel. A leisurely stroll on crumpled metal sheets, the acidic hints of oxidized metal and the smell of gasoline. Inaudible and distorted vocals as if smothered by the clatter and smokestacks of steel factories. Eindkrak’s first full-length is all about this disquietude made of melted and straightened metal. A resounding and tumultuous din. Try to eat some nice gnocchi while listening to this album, and you’ll see what it is all about. Fashion Flesh is the solo-output moniker of John Talaga, based in Bay City, USA, whose music first came to our attention back in 2016 with the release of an excellent 7-inch on Detroit’s Est. ’83 Records. He should have been in the Radiophonic Workshop, but he was in the wrong place, wrong decade. Instead, Withdrawn comes as his first full-length album and makes up for the perfect introduction to Talaga’s synthesis of original and plasticized melodic collages. Birthed from the guts of homegrown exotic electronics and various audio devices built from one’s own design and heavily modified beyond audible recognition or return. From torn memories of pleasant dreams to plasticine free jazz sculptures, wavey electro cuts squealing like rubber tires and pop hallucinations, Fashion Flesh highlights the beauty of confusion and anxiety throughout the breathing and illusive meanderings of his tape manipulations and hard copy cut-ups. Santiago Leyba makes his vinyl debut on the label following the ‘Rooms’ tape released earlier this year. Recorded simultaneously, ‘Life, Money, Work’ shows the New York-based artist by way of Albuquerque, New Mexico, portraying the different characters one might have in a broken mind. Sketching a strong criticism of America by means of disorienting vocals and slow-paced D.I.Y. electronics, SANTIAGO finds him performing alter-egos of sorts — ranging from forlorn ballad singing, to more guttural and strained barking seeking to describe a conflict in maintaining a unified persona. Paid labor, sex, and consumer goods. How America tells you to grow up when there is nothing left but complacency and oppression through economic and social means. It all goes down to the shortcomings of humanity, the tangled webs we weave, the impossibility of justice and fairness, and the pressure those things put upon ourselves. |