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- Ill Fares The Land by Koenraad Ecker
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Ahh sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet! Now I’m in big trouble. I successfully managed to sneak a box of records past Olde Eagle Eyes the wife, but now I’m gonna have to think of new creative ways of smuggling them in, or expand into my own secret underground bunker of joy via a trapdoor. I promised myself I would try and exercise some self control and reduce my vinyl habit to a more reasonable level but this sucker is way too much gravy to let it slide. It’s okay to break promises to yourself though right?
What is currently being piped into my ears is the debut solo long player from Koenraad Ecker who is one half of duo Lumisokea who did a coupla great things for Opal Tapes. This is a cool record to switch the mood once the sun’s gone down. Proper heavy bleak electronics which stomp and grind along via heavyweight tectonic shifting bass and foundation shuddering sludge beats all draped and dripping with thick gloopy black electronic tar. Imagine a monster doom session with Kevin Martin, Justin Broadrick, Mika Vainio, Scorn, Emptyset, Lustmord and the rest of ‘em with Aaron Martin popping up with his Cello here and there doing his best Haxan Cloak impression while the mix gets some dubwise treatment.
Despite the intimidating heaviness of parts there’s still plenty of space. Ecker knows just when to drop the beats and keeps his tracks constantly moving forwards introducing occasional acoustic sounds which add an additional dimension; as heard during ‘Kurtz’. High volume on this record will kill a few braincells while the more laid back parts will totally zone you out. As much as I like extremes in music it’s nice sometimes to get a balance between the rough and the smooth and synthetic and more organic/ “real” sounds. This totally scores on that front.
So after a miserably failed attempt at self discipline, this hopeless vinyl junkie can’t help but give yet another round piece of plastic a warm welcome at my residence. Watch your bassbins, I’m tellin’ ya.
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