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- HDB083 / 2x12" on Hyperdub inc. DJ Rashad & Gant Man, DJ Earl, Ikonika, DJ Spinn, Champion, Quarta 330 etc.
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Fuck me. I do not like so much this “footwerk” they have these days. Or Duke. M. Paradinas patiently explaining the subtle differences between these Chicago-derived splinter genres a couple of years ago did little to enlighten me, just confused me further. The only album I've been able to stand more than 10 minute of was the DJ Diamond effort and to be honest, I’ve not returned to it after my brief flirtation. All cock and no trousers, me.
Now Hyperdub have this bloody double set hammering stuttering sample-nails into my temples, this crazed wonky shit that works better when the concentration is on a real groove - no matter how twatted - hey gimme some proper penetrating meaty low-end and pissed fizzing keys like on the first mad-faced piece here. Almost psychedelic in its stoned fug of propulsive post-funky delirium, this tune from the much-missed DJ Rashad and cohort Gant-Man is superb. No speed insistent vocal loops to grind my teeth to, unlike the next track. I do not have bendy breakdancer’s legs to dance to that crap. Those samples are sooooo fucking annoying if you can’t dance to it. Piss off.
Right, nearly every track has this hyper-demented garbage going down. Much like old house records featuring cheap OTT snippets of wailing diva or huge, overbearing retarded piano loops played by some goon with all their fingers superglued together, footwank is something I’m never gonna get that cozy on down wit. Musically, much of it is undeniably…..”interesting”. Plus the occasional track really impresses and transcends the broiling, infuriating murk.
It appears that this double pack features the cream of the crop. But I don’t like sour cream Ma! I want it sweet and whippy. Gimme Mr. Whippy now!
RIYL fingers down blackboard, amplified packing tape guns, screech of brakes on motorway. All these mega-sped-up, tightly looped and shat back in my ears.
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