Vinyl LP £11.99 ALT07LP
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- Rurtain by Richard Youngs
Another rather brilliant and interesting recording here from wee R. Youngs who I’m assuming is there gracing his own sleeve in a photo from his more youthful days, looking like he’s just been to see The Wedding Present at his local college the night before, all dressed in his black 501s and Doctor Martens. But now he’s out on the moor, probably daydreaming about girls and making some wild-assed future music that will clatter your face off. Which is what he’s done with this new mini LP.
First thing to take in with this new two-part epic is the furiously abstract Autechre/T. Doyobi-style broken beats/percussive patterns and obliterated rhythms. Then there’s his soulful near-ethereal glide of a voice draped wordlessly over the top. It’s like a form of future choral music set to the sound of a sub-aquatic based cutlery manufacturing workshop that’s being repeatedly exploded against a huge rubber lined dome surrounded by a massed cluster of contact mikes. ‘Rurtain’ is thoroughly mesmerising not to mention startlingly original and is apparently a continuation of the style he adopted on his recent album released on Root Strata. The organ can start to give you a headache though but then again they always did (me dad was an Organ-eer in his lifetime)
ASC offer up the first re-rub, bringing the fucking organ to the fore in the form of a relentless piercing drone to drill incessantly into my brain-box so therefore next time I see Neil Campbell I’m gonna viciously rugby tackle him to the floor in revenge. Next, one time Hood guru and multi-instrumentalist John Clyde-Evans creates a staggering metallic gamelan/chime experience that retains flecks of the vocal flurries but little else. This mix is great but could easily drive you insane. Don’t listen to it on acid, I implore thee.
Bringing up the rear is trickster visionary Oneohtrix, doing one of his disjointed android ambient soul things complete with horrid 80’s synth stabs like some drunk kid is stumbling around Trevor Horn’s Sarm Studios 30 years ago and accidentally recording the results. If the mixes hadn’t largely been such a teeth grating endurance exercise this would have got top marks from me but I only wish to hear the first side ever again, like on loop, forever......
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