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The Month's Electronic Music: Pirate Radio Techno
Rory Gibb , May 20th, 2013 07:04

In this month's electronic music column, Rory Gibb casts an ear over a slew of new UK club music releases, plus new records by Laurel Halo and Kyle Hall

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Hello, and welcome to May's edition of Hyperspecific, a monthly (or thereabouts) column bringing together some of the most interesting and exciting new releases within the realm of electronic and dance music. It's been about eight weeks since the last one, so I suppose officially there's some catching up to do. Which, I'm afraid, is the best I can do by way of excuse for the rather large size of this month's column. A couple of cups of tea and possibly a break in the middle should help.

I'm sure I say this every year, but 2013 so far really has felt like one of the most exhausting periods I can remember for electronic music worth keeping up with - there's just been so much of it. To be honest, there's a tipping point at which it simply reaches saturation (both for the mind and wallet). It's then when spending time on dancefloors, and being buffeted around by music you don't recognise at crushingly high volume, becomes not only a pleasurable pursuit but a vital reminder of the reason you became interested in this stuff in the first place.

A few such experiences in the past month have proved particularly winning in that sense: Editions Mego's all dayer at Bexhill's De La Warr Pavilion (more on that here), BleeD's bringing together of Morphosis, Container and John Heckle at Corsica Studios, and an Oscillate Wildly session at the same venue featuring Peverelist, Elgato, Beneath and Special Request (pictured, above).

The impressively coherent feel of the latter (sadly under-attended) night prompted me to once again to consider some emergent ideas in UK club music. The first section of this month's column offers a run through of several exciting missives of British sub-driven, rave-and-pirate-radio influenced techno. Go out dancing to this stuff soon, it'll do your soul and your insides some good.

Pearson Sound - REM
(Pearson Sound)
Special Request - Vapour / Mindwash
(white label)
Pev & Hodge - Bells
(Punch Drunk)
Pangaea - Viaduct
(Hadal)
Sensate Focus (Mark Fell & Mat Steel) - Sensate Focus 2
(Sensate Focus)

Almost exactly a year ago I wrote an edition of this column discussing the ways in which Hessle Audio's Pangaea and Pearson Sound, Peverelist, Kowton, Elgato, Szare and others were opening up a shared musical dialogue that melded house/techno with sub-loaded British club music styles. "If you were to be slapdash about it," I said at the time, "the space they all inhabit is closer to some very flexible, non-dogmatic concept of techno, than to the bass music masses that have drawn dubstep's legacy elsewhere. But for many Bristol producers and the Hessle Audio collective especially, UK genres - dubstep, garage, grime and jungle - still lie right at the roots of what they do ... both in a metaphorical and in a literal sense."

That particular zone of interaction has continued to play crucible for some wonderful, exploratory dance music in the twelve months since then. But what's particularly gratifying is that the shared traits that connect these producers together remain tough to pin down. They're definitely present - Pearson Sound's new REM 12", Pangaea's Viaduct, Elgato's Dunkel Jam 12" from last month and Special Request's 'Vapour' share common atmospheres, colour schemes and beats that swing, shuffle, duck and dive. But with each artist approaching their music from different angles, with varied influences and personal histories, these similarities are far from being anything so strict as genre conventions.

Similarly, rumblings from the Keysound label roster at the moment, courtesy of producers like Beneath, Logos and Visionist, tap into a similar zone - the label's recent This Is How We Roll compilation contains some thoroughly impressive stuff - while drawing more overtly from grime and early dubstep. The same is true of Kowton, who's been on a roll for the last year; his recently released 'TFB' is a filthy, demolition-ball grime/techno monster, and if you haven't yet picked it up then do so, post haste. And you could stretch further still, out to outliers like Lee Gamble, Actress and Miles Whittaker (of Demdike Stare), whose work seeks out points of contact where their own personal histories in UK pirate radio music interact with broader techno and house narratives.

Hessle Audio co-head David Kennedy, aka Pearson Sound, recently recorded an excellent addition to Resident Advisor's mix series which (if you're quick) should still be available here (alternative link here). Forsaking the more clearly defined, build/drop arcs of his Fabriclive mix from 2011 - which was still very much rooted in the dubstep/grime 'mix for impact' approach - it's striking in that it simply rolls outwards for 70-odd minutes, atop a bed of bumpy, garage-y kicks and subs. Kennedy keeps tracks in the mix for long periods of time, papering over the joins and allowing the momentum of one to transfer seamlessly into the next. There's plenty of material from across the globe present - Berlin's Errorsmith, Steve Poindexter, Oni Ayhun and Anthony Naples all make an appearance - but framed by music from Untold, Beneath and Peverelist, and a healthy scattering of Kennedy's own new material, angular, breakbeat-driven stuff, possessed of an unearthly bluish glow. One particularly notable inclusion is Elgato's 'Tonight'. Released back in 2010 on Hessle, it felt unique and futuristic at the time; the fact that it hasn't aged a day since is evidence, I suppose, that it was indeed as ahead of its time as it sounded then.

The four tracks that make up Kennedy's new self-released 12", REM, operate in the same vein as his material on the RA mix. Fitting the EP's title they're dreamlike but skittish and fluttery, always resisting the temptation to explode into outright action, instead chugging along in a mesh of technoid drums and fat bass booms. 'Gridlock' and 'Crimson (Beat Ritual Mix)' use that palette to explore vaguely junglist ideas. The latter's breakbeat rhythms are turbulent and violently choppy, while open cymbal hits coalesce into a silvery jetstream that rushes headlong through the high-end, making the track feel like it's zooming along much faster than it actually is.

That mercurial cymbal rush is present within a lot of Paul Woolford's Special Request music, too. 'Vapour', from the fourth in his series of self-released 12"s, makes skillful use of it. Its percussion is in energetic flux, the track's molecular structure continually reshuffling itself; as soon as you think you've got it pinned down it slips from your grasp. The Special Request 12"s (there's another, particularly excellent one due soon on a larger label) are intended as reflections on Woolford's youth spent soaking up the sounds of pirate radio. There's certainly something undeniably classicist about both the mood and the composition of these tracks - 'Mindwash', on the flip, is total sci-fi drum & bass, replete with sampled Aliens dialogue and an unruly, Morse code bassline - but they do have a distinctly contemporary edge. That might be down to their sleek, translucent production, but equally it could be that they exist in the context of other producers whose take on techno asks similar questions of the hardcore continuum.

Bristol's Peverelist, however, has been asking these questions - and giving very convincing answers - longer than almost anyone. Regular readers of this column will know, by this point, that I never miss an opportunity to write about Pev's music. As far as I'm concerned it's the most singular, self-contained and brilliant stuff to have emerged in dubstep's wake. It's interesting that, while he's been figuring out how to unite ideas from jungle, dub and Detroit techno in perfect perpetual momentum for several years now, many of his contemporaries are only now shifting into the same orbit. Bells is a collaboration with fellow Bristolian Hodge, and contains two alternate versions. As its title suggests the 'System Mix' is primed to give your bassbins a thorough workout - it's a killer steppers' dub riddim, where precisely daubed effects send splinters of percussion corkscrewing outward from the mix as if viewed through 3D glasses. The 'Dream Sequence' mix kneads the track's gaseous motifs into slinky four-to-the-floor; it doesn't so much climax as much as crest for several minutes, its lovely, muted melodies tumbling over one another like waves breaking and turning to froth.

Pangaea's new self-released 12", Viaduct, continues the mean streak of rave-informed techno he's been on for a while and, let's be honest, probably bangs harder than anything else you'll hear this month. Where last year's Release double EP had undeniable club impact, it was slowed by the way its beats looped back on themselves. The three tracks on here pull no such punches, piledriving into action from the get go in a manner reminiscent of Surgeon, and will likely cause absolute havoc in clubs. 'Razz' - a cyclone of toms and skittish hi-hats - practically screams to be mixed, crying out for kickdrums to push it into overdrive, while the throbbing harmonies of 'Viaduct' play like a more colourful take on 2011's incendiary 'Fatalist'. Interestingly, these tracks do what a lot of late period dubstep threatened to but, teasingly, very rarely did - they switch between broken rhythms and sleek four-to-the-floor, a simple but exhilarating trick.

As ever, though, for dazzling rave futurism, you need look no further than Mark Fell. Up until now the Sensate Focus series has found Fell working mainly solo, but the fifth volume in the series Sensate Focus 2 is a collaboration with his snd co-conspirator Mat Steel. It's the best in the series so far, its staggered rhythms, showers of greyscale synth and rat-ta-tat percussion pushing the mechanics of rave right to the edge of functional possibility. You can still move to these - 'Y', on the flip, is built in 4/4 for ease of mixing (or, erm, not) - but they exist on the borderline, never quite doing what they're expected, and re-setting dancers' internal metronomes each time they slip off on a tangent. 'X' goes further, its kickdrums teasing you with the promise of a danceable groove but leaving it tantalisingly out of reach. Bringing the circle round, it too riffs on jungle, again shot through with that heady cymbal wash, and mirrorlike pads reminiscent of Source Direct at their most romantic, or A Guy Called Gerald's Black Secret Technology.

Laurel Halo - Behind The Green Door
(Hyperdub)

Laurel Halo's music has grown more intoxicatingly strange with each passing release. In the time period since last year's Quarantine it's forsaken the semi-ambient fizz and toxic vocal pop of that album in favour of more overt, freeflowing rhythmic structures, wrung from an all-hardware set-up optimised for the live environment. Even more so than 2011's stunning Hour Logic, the four tracks on Behind The Green Door present themselves as club music - steam-hiss hi-hats, chiming melodies and distant percussive clatter, borne adrift on roiling seas of sub-bass. But, near-translucent and with EQ levels twirled in all manner of counterintuitive directions, they're some of the oddest club tracks I've heard in a while: liquid techno woven from strands of molten glass and water vapour, somehow simultaneously monolithic and freakily unstable.

They find Halo subverting club music's usual hierarchy of components: sub pools thickly in the basement, a sticky, treacherous presence, while the usual carriers of propulsive drive - high-end percussive elements - flit, ghostlike, near the surface of the mix. Meanwhile static crackle, clouds of melodic gas and what could almost be human voices slice and bleed into the mix from seemingly somewhere else entirely, as though a neighbouring pirate radio station were competing with Halo for the same frequency band. Confusing to dance to, perhaps, at least in a conventionally peak-time sense of the word, but indisputably still pure body music. These tracks are dynamic systems that assert their physical presence at every turn. Their component parts and their relationships to one another are volatile, constantly reshaping themselves to follow the changing postures of dancers' bodies, never settling in one place for long enough to become predictable.

Halo may hail from the States, but Behind The Green Door connects more explicitly to a British rave tradition of rhythmic fluidity and exploration than anything she's done to date. There's a clear musical kinship between the music I've written about above (the likes of Elgato, Sensate Focus and Pearson Sound) and the bounding groove and hollow hi-hat ticks of 'Sex Mission' and 'Throw'. Meanwhile 'NOYFB' ventures farthest from whatever imagined dancefloor you might choose to locate the EP on, and does so to tremendous effect (texturally at least it reminds me of Bee Mask's When We Were Eating Unripe Pears album). Its fleet-footed percussion heel-toes just to either side of the track's core pulse, while bell-like struck tones stretch out into echoing infinity, and a distant bleeping alarm runs almost imperceptibly in the background, just enough to set the senses on alert.

KMFH aka Kyle Hall - The Boat Party
(Wild Oats)

From the perspective of someone who hasn't visited the city, it could perhaps be tempting to fall into the trap of grouping together Detroit's house and techno artists in the same breath - as though the huge diversity of attitude and approach found throughout the city's thirty year techno history could simply be shoehorned into a single convenient narrative based on geographical proximity. (So much the better for storytelling purposes, one imagines, if that geographical location happens to have long been considered an emblem for the devastating inequalities wrought by unfettered free market capitalism.) And yet, just as there are sonic signifiers typically associated with, say, 'London-ness', there are certain tendencies that do seem to run through a great deal of Detroit club music. Listening to Kyle Hall's debut album for his own Wild Oats label, for example, many of the kindred spirits that spring to mind are fellow residents of the city. In it you can hear traces of Theo Parrish, Anthony 'Shake' Shakir, Omar S (who released Hall's first record on his FXHE label when the latter was only 17) and sometime collaborator Manuel Gonzales.

Like those artists, Hall's music is tremendously expressive using few elements, and much of its power comes from its straight-to-tape rawness. 'Crushed' and 'Measure 2 Measure', two of The Boat Party's highlights, pull off that Parrish trick of wringing every last ounce of emotion and rhythmic potential from a brief, looped soul sample. Set amidst crumpling drum machine percussion, the former's vocals are treated roughly but with tenderness - they glide in and out of earshot, but their presence is always felt through a distorted glow that radiates outward through the mix. 'Dr. Crunch' is the most techno-leaning track here and recalls Shake's music, its metallic almost-melodies contorting around its roughshod drum skeleton as though played off a warped slab of wax. 'Finnapop' dials up the tempo for a jittery slice of ghetto house that ends with two minutes of distant roar that glitches like an explosion chopped into extreme slo-mo.

In a wider context, The Boat Party also reflects upon shifts currently occurring within global dance music. The album's title and artwork - Hall sat on a dilapidated boat, in front of a row of derelict housing blocks - consider the growing disconnect between the glamour associated with mainstream dance music (especially with the rise of US EDM), and the economic reality for most musicians and listeners at ground level. Indeed, the album - as raw as freshly mined ore - places itself firmly at ground level, engaging with the work of contemporaries across the globe. In it are ideas that link outward to Actress' post-techno deconstructions and the acrid funk of Hall's sometime collaborator Funkineven, the murky psychedelia of Morphine and Workshop, and the harsh basement jack of the LIES crew.

More so than on any of his previous recordings, The Boat Party's tracks appear to play out in real time - you can hear Hall's physical presence within the music, switching back and forth between pieces of gear, roughly tweaking the parameters of a vocal loop, chopping between percussive arrangements at the flick of a switch. The album's enthusiasm is infectious: with seemingly very additional processing added along the way, it preserves almost perfectly the bright, spontaneous energy of Hall's studio recordings. That playfulness is underlined neatly by a recent mix for Resident Advisor that accompanied the album's release. Recorded straight to cassette tape for that fun, fraying-round-the-edges feel, it stops in the middle with the distinctive clunk of one side of the tape coming to an end. A brief pause while Hall flips the cassette, and the mix starts again, mid-track. A tiny detail, but a lovely one, and a mixtape well worth downloading before it's archived.

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Jimmy G
May 20, 2013 1:16pm

Not that it's particularly important but those are stacks of pallets on The Boat Party cover not derelict housing.

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Rory Gibb
May 20, 2013 1:18pm

In reply to Jimmy G:

Ah interesting, I didn't realise that, even on the LP it's not that obvious. Ta for pointing out. As you say, guess it doesn't particularly shift the actual meaning of the cover artwork.

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aaron.
May 21, 2013 5:37pm

Finna finna finna finna finna

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alex
May 23, 2013 12:44am

still my favorite column on the quietus because every time I get to hear really killer tunes that I wouldnt've heard otherwise. All you guys need now is someone to cover the real hard grime (if people are still making that...) and we've got all of the bases covered with the metal and all too infrequent punk columns... but yeah, dude... killing it, rory. I've heard so many good tunes through your picks here. thanks.
- alex.

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Serovic
May 24, 2013 12:39pm

In reply to alex:

Alex, you'll want to head directly to Slackk's soundcloud page. He's been putting out a mix of instrumental grime for each month of 2013, and they all hit hard. Great selections, and they're pretty much all dubs from up and coming producers.

Here's the most recent mix in the series:

https://soundcloud.com/slackk/may-mix

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ouroboros
Aug 1, 2013 4:35pm

Your accusation of Detroit being 'an emblem for the devastating inequalities wrought by unfettered free market capitalism' would hold water, if it weren't for the fact that the city has continually elected candidates of the (progressive, left-wing) Democrat Party into office all the way back to 1961, whom have allowed public sector unions to hollow out the municipality with overgenerous wages and pension schemes. That is certainly not the workings of free-market capitalism in any shape or form.

But, as you said, you've never visited the city...let alone done any proper research on it.

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Rory Gibb
Aug 9, 2013 11:50am

In reply to ouroboros:

I said it's "long been considered" an emblem - i.e. that's the popular stereotype bandied around by many people when discussing Detroit and its music, not the actual truth. I haven't been to the city myself so can't say, which is why I used that phrase in a slightly questioning, throwaway way - I'm not qualified to consider the city to be emblematic of anything. In fact, many Detroit residents I've spoken to deny, or at least downplay, the significance of that interpretation, and I know plenty of people who are very dubious about the various documentaries and articles written portraying Detroit as a hapless victim/wasteland. Which is why this article isn't one of them.

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