Techno aggressions return in full force on the Perc Trax imprint, with a tune the eponymous bossman has fallen irrefutably in love with recently. 'Phosphene' can be traced back to two decades ago, when Thomas Heckmann threw it on his 'Drax Three' EP, and now it gets its day once more: this honourary 12" in its name offers three hard-wired and caffeinated remixes that show how far techno has come, and what it's learned on the way.
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When I was younger I used to have a disturbing recurring dream in which I was trapped inside an untethered elevator that was hurtling down the shaft of an interminably tall building towards the ground. Using my dream-sense to detect the moment the elevator cubicle would crash to earth, I decided that simply jumping up in the air on impact would be enough to save me from my fate, but as I dropped closer and closer to the concrete the elevator around me grew smaller and smaller making my futile jump to safety impossible, leaving me imprisoned in a kind of plummeting human sardine tin that I only escaped from in the terrified gasp of waking up at the exact moment I became smashed to pieces. This is the enduring image I had in my mind as I listened to Perc & Truss give 90s Acieeeeeeeed techno track ‘Phosphene’ their own uniquely brutal makeover, and whether you see that as a complimentary comparison kind of depends on where you stand on punishing industrial bangers that worry the roots of your teeth and inflame your gums.
The hypnotic, warped arpeggio of the original stays very much at the heart of each of the three reworks, to varying degrees of muscularity. Perc & Truss amp it up considerably, the two key figures of the Hard Industrial revival create something that would’ve scattered everyone like fleshy bowling pins had Surgeon deployed it back at The Orbit in the deepest, darkest Morley of the 90s. AnD yield a corrugated Darkwave romp with gothic trimmings, but it’s The Exaltics who stay closest to Drax, adding a bit of Drexciyan spice with bumping electro bass pads and laser beam synthesiser rays.
Much like waking up from suspended animation in a fully operational G Force simulator, this is one to blow away the cobwebs after a prolonged malaise.
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