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'PCA' is supposedly a result of filmaker/artist friend Luke Fowler throwing down the gauntlet to Mr. Youngs, challenging him to make a dub album. Apparently Richard Youngs isn't a fan of reggae or dub. Hilarity ensues. This is one curious recording from our favourite eclectic and prolific outsider folk/experimental musician. Eight tracks of beguiling electronic alienation here that gibber, stumbl ...

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Primary Concrete Attack by Richard Youngs
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8/10 Brian Staff review, 16 July 2014

'PCA' is supposedly a result of filmaker/artist friend Luke Fowler throwing down the gauntlet to Mr. Youngs, challenging him to make a dub album. Apparently Richard Youngs isn't a fan of reggae or dub. Hilarity ensues. This is one curious recording from our favourite eclectic and prolific outsider folk/experimental musician.

Eight tracks of beguiling electronic alienation here that gibber, stumble, laugh and rage into a hostile void. It's RY weirdness-a-go-go - lose yourself in the drunkenly exploratory and spidery 'Calmont Dub'; all dive-bombing and mis-firing astral decay, random glassy gurgles and pings leading to an eventual volley of muffled gabber-kicks and hyper cymbal attack. 'Raw Building' is a trippy, malevolent and extra-terrestrial stalker movement, expelling Dali-esque cymbal crashes, echo-chamber paranoia and eternal deep-space delay with this creepy lunging throb of a bass-line. Terrifying but essential listening. 'Nu Formz' doesn't disappoint either. A cyber-jungle meander boasting this juddering UFO pulse and whoosh. 'Anarcho Dub' deploys a discordant submerged bass rumble with ricocheting decayed shards of fizzing noise. Fiercely eccentric shit this!

'Inner Treaty' was a difficult record by Sun Araw. 'Habitation' reflects that awkwardness in an equally drunken and somnambulant stagger through a jellified echo unit and belching bass pulse mess. 'Bandits' marks the only appearance of the Youngsters' Arthur Russell-esque falsetto. A great track this; a berserk metallic k-hole dub-fuck of a thing. Proper stuck-in-an-endless-digital-tunnel kinda horrors but it's also really amusing somehow. 'Cosmic Storm' is the mad wonky cosmic techno tune here. It intermittently has those 'Futureworld' style synths that screech into the relentless churning madness of it all. Quite an Ekoplekz vibe in a way with the lo-fi distortion aspect. Black Dice daft too. This would wreck a discerning basement dancefloor. Our closer, 'Paradise Wash', takes us deep into a mad world where a stuttering synthesis of hammond organ lollops around a digital aviary.

Overall a challenging blend of stumbling, giddy dystopia and dubbed-out astral provocation. What can it all mean?


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