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Trensmat take a wee break from the outstanding industrial techno emissions of Dwellings and Stave with their second (I think?) release from A.M, better known to his buddies as Anthony Milton. He’s previously had a ton of gear out on his very own PseudoArcana label as well as Celebrate Psi Phenomenon amongst many others.
‘Dragonfly’ is a something of a sonic journey into the habitat of these fascinating insects. Imagine you necked too much LSD or psilocybin and thought you were a dragonfly. This could well be the soundtrack to such a psychedelic experience. Opening with the quirky lop-sided wobbling bass and sizzling guitar scree of ‘Fake Union Of Uplifted Charlatans’ coming across like Matthew Bower getting dubwise jamming with King Tubby with a head full of shrooms. The vibes and dual, or possibly even triple layered guitar squal rips across ‘Dragonfly’ held together by a simple jolly beat. It kinda reminds me of Sunroof! actually which can never ever be a bad thing. ‘Glassworld’ is totally zoned, with sparse, stoned 808 beneath descending guitar swirls tunneling deeper into the undergrowth, possibly leading into the nest. The 808 takes a rest and when it reappears things get real heady and intense with swells of tightly controlled guitar whirling with mesmerizing effect. ‘Helioscope’ sounds most grand, like you’ve entered the Dragonfly Kingdom and been introduced to the Queen while all around iridescent flesh pulsates and the walls drip and ooze with goo.
‘Eight To Eight’ is all throbbing bass and gentle insectoid ticks and flutter but look out because the big fat king has just walked through the door and clocked you eyeing up his gorgeous missus and he’s fuckin' not havin’ it. He explodes with anger as a shitstorm of blazing noise erupts as he summons his drones to attack but shit gets messed up in the chaos and confusion, you manage to escape through a small exit as they tear each other to shreds leaving amputated wings twitching, larvae torn and leaking tiny foetuses and a mountain dragonfly cadavers dismembered in a pile of stinking gunge.
The set closes with the epic thirteen minute ‘True Believers’ but I’ll leave that one as a surprise as I think I need to go and lie down. Top action throughout.
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