Parisian denizen Low Jack rocks up with this fucked-up sounding dance record: yes! Sewing Machine is tooled up for clubs and dancefloors no doubt, but smoothness is not the idea here. Instead, distortion and harsh blasts crowd around the more ‘traditional’ elements, making for a heavy, as well as a groovy, ride. On In Paradisum.
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Thud. Thud. Screech. Rasp. These are some words that could describe both Joseph’s carpentry workshop and the thudding techno racket that Low Jack peddles. The difference is that Joseph was the accidental father of Jesus, and Low Jack has spawned the devil.
The Honduras-born Parisian dude has been making things under this name since 2012, his last release being on the Trilogy Tapes, which makes perfect sense. They’ve got a real ear for this mad stuff. It pounds, chugs, and then chugs some more, barely relenting even during the interlude tracks - the second one is pure rhythmic stutter, a break from the 4/4 kicks sure, but no break from Satan’s raw will. And what the hell is going on during the 4th track, it’s some kind of totally drowned out distorted metal death wall that actually sounds weaker but totally banging when the kick comes in.
This is like AnD on steroids mixed with Burzum’s most sonically shrouded record in the devil’s backyard where he’s trapped Joseph forever, forcing him to make spiked nooses for all the miscreants. Approach with caution.
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