Falling into the second month of the year and Italian producer Domenico Crisci is already on his second release, with previous outings on L.I.E.S., Russian Torrent and Jealous God he brings the aptly titled Body Punishment to Opal Tapes. Relentless, cold and nerve wracking techno that shakes the foundations.
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8/10 Ant Staff review, 16 March 2017
Domenico Crisci (Semantica, Jealous God, Russian Torrent Versions, L.I.E.S. etc.) aint fucking about with the title of this Opal Tape. You know what you’re in for i.e some proper bone rattling techno. Basically if you’re not game for some of that, there’s clearly something wrong with you and you’re living an unfulfilled existence. It’s a fact of life - there’s nowt better than jacking your body - hard!
The first one off the bat is straight outta Jeff Mills ‘Waveform Transmissions’ school - recalling ‘Life Cycle’ but with a more contemporary, reduced grinding tempo. I’m having to speak this review into speech to text software cuz I’m currently throwing shapes that make me look like a moron stacking imaginary shelves. God, I love the sound of techno in the morning. And then… Phwoarrr… Hardest beat of the month award goes to ‘Ex’. Is that fucking Godzilla and Robert Armani bangin’ the box? I’ll be bloody knackered at this rate, and only two tracks in. Get a grip / maintain... Next up is the ultra-driving, momentum of ‘Knife’ which threatens to eject the Weetabix from inside my stomach as I accelerate into hyperspace. I’m having to dodge those razor sharp hi-hats flying at me like ninja throwing stars.
Things don’t ease up on the other side either, as the title track pounds hard as that six month old custard cream festering down the back of the couch. A gritty, aggressive, high-octane punch fist in the air track - I feel like I should be wearing some sort of special gauntlet as I do so. ‘United Tribes’ is hypnotic tribal techno done properly - not that wack shit that everyone tried making after Mills’ Purpose Maker records - as peddled by goons like Danny Tenaglia. Final track ‘Your Scent’ switches the energy up with a gnarly, slippery EBM bassline that just totally shreds - tearing the flesh off my tired bones leaving me a rattling skeleton that’s about to collapse into a pool of my own filth unable to cry the obligatory ‘ONE MORE!’.
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