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Doofmasters-in-chief Mumdance and Logos rope in Mancunian duo Szare for the latest drop on his Different Circles label (Strict Face, Rabit, Airhead). The results are predictably explosive. A-side ‘Kodiak’ comes across like Sleepcircle going b2b with Tessela. The track’s restlessness is its strongest asset, with the beat switching up from bar to bar, yet this experimentalism doesn’t mean that the pair sacrifice the track’s techno immediacy. Flipside ‘Translocated’ is ever-so-slightly more straight-laced but still combines IDM trickery with serious dancefloor intent.

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  • DIFF007 / 12" on Different Circles, mastered and cut by Matt Colton. Limited edition of 300 stamped copies
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Kodiak / Translocated by Szare
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8/10 Ant Staff review, 26 April 2018

A fine pair of ripping, rattling, dynamic techno cuts from Szare (aka 19.26.1.18.5. / Idle Hands, Horizontal Ground etc.) on Mumdance & Logos label. Executed with a sharp, rusty, metallic sound palette, with a wee bit of grit - both tracks will give the dancefloor a good shocking.

First up is ‘Kodiak’ which initially threatens to be a run of the mill, stripped back, linear minimal techno stomper but after the woody drums take a short break, they quickly return in thundering form; the kicks booming, snares ratcheting everywhere and the whole thing becomes this massive disorientating, woozy percussive beast. Just as your feet lock into a rhythm, things take a swerve and practically wobble you off yer feet, then quickly pick you back up for another pounding.

‘Translocated’ is another techno/ industrial bass music mutant that knocks you sideways like a torrent of oversized novelty boxing gloves flying out of the speakers and beating you sideways around the chops. The intensity of the pummeling ever increasing with huge subs, a smattering of curdled acid, then some proper machine gun drums and missiles shooting around the sound spectrum are deployed to finish you off good and proper. Murder on the dancefloor.




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