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Quality Surgeon gear here from 1998, back in print on Tresor with alternate versions of tracks from his excellent ‘Balance’ album from the same year. ‘Box Version II’ dispenses with the more jacking elements of the original, foregrounding infectious polyrhythms that appear to interweave and wriggle around each other, while additional momentum is provided by a driving, mons ...

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Limited repress 12" on Tresor inc. Mick Harris Remix. Edition of 500 copies.

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Balance Remakes by Surgeon
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9/10 Ant Staff review, 23 September 2015

Quality Surgeon gear here from 1998, back in print on Tresor with alternate versions of tracks from his excellent ‘Balance’ album from the same year.

‘Box Version II’ dispenses with the more jacking elements of the original, foregrounding infectious polyrhythms that appear to interweave and wriggle around each other, while additional momentum is provided by a driving, monstrous throbbing bassline. So irresistible is the energy and dancefloor devouring groove of this version; if you’re not throwing shapes you’ll at least be involuntarily twitching limbs. If you're doing none of the above, you’re either a) DEAD or b) hermetically sealed inside some kind of special anti-funk chamber. This tore me a new one when I first copped it in ‘98. 17 years down the line and it’s lost 0% of its potency.

‘Set One’ got beefed up into a relentless shredder that slithers along like a demonically possessed rattlesnake working some kind of Voodoo magic. As with the ‘Basictonal Vocabulary’ and ‘Force + Form’ remake 12”s, lurking underneath is a remake from Surgeon’s fellow Brum chum and living legend Mick Harris (Scorn, Lull etc.) who slooooows things right down, deconstructing ‘Dialogue’ into something resembling Jack Dangers on brown acid. Building from what sounds like R2-D2 losing his shit, into blunted, ultra paranoid futurist hip-hop complete with a bassline groaning with such agony it was probably praying for a shot of morphine. Pure class.




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