In The Name Of The Wolf is what happens when big-name industrial techno practitioners Cindytalk and Ancient Methods get together: hard-thrusting rhythms and harsh, noisy textures all the way! Heavy stuff that simply commands the dancefloor’s co-operation. This self-titled collaborative debut 12” is limited to 500 copies only, in screen-printed sleeves. On Diagonal.
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- DIAG028 / Limited 12" on Diagonal aka Ancient Methods & Cindytalk. Edition of 500 copies screen-printed sleeves
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Cindytalk and Ancient Methods join forces as In The Mouth Of The Wolf for three cuts of powerful, sweaty, EBM fuelled, grinding industrial leaning techno.
‘Need of Angels’ is propelled by an exoskeleton of stomping and metallic, signature Ancient Methods beat work; when this big shadowy cloak of a looming synth eclipses the dancefloor and the intricately textured noise bleeds further into the track, increasing the intensity. One can well imagine tripping one’s face off on the dancefloor, between the bursts of strobe lights, glimpses of fellow dancers becoming degenerate, raving skeletons.
I’m assuming Cindytalk is providing more of the atmospheric/ textural elements of ‘Sleight of Hand’, but you know; I wasn’t in the fucking studio, like. Here the beats are rendered to a purely functional purpose, while bursts of dense sizzling electronics erupt and spark - all held together by a fluttering/ subtly morphing synth. I’m pretty sure my synapses would short circuit and explode my head off, if I heard this shooting out of a big soundsystem, leaving fellow dancers dripping in brain goo and skull shrapnel.
The opening part of ‘A Search For New Realities’ is like being sucked into an alternate dimension guided by Shamanic bells -- but before reaching the destination there’s a gentle blast through hyperspace. The restrained beats and coruscating electronics inducing a weightless sensation - like all the cells that comprise the body become vaporised by sound - evaporating then reassembled in deep space, then levitating in zero gravity. Hot shit.
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