Album Review

Ben Vida – Slipping Control (Shelter Press, 2014)

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Ben VidaPart 8 (Shelter Press)

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Shelter Press doin a fuckin number on 2014, this new Ben Vida record just adding to the awesomeness, and while anything by Mr. Vida should be on your radar regardless, Slipping Control gets extra points for including Tyondai Braxton and Sara Magenheimer on vocals. What started out as the book Tztztztzt Î Í Í…, which was “composed to act as a score, a sound piece and as raw data for electronic control source” turned into this record of brainwarping levels of insanity, full blown electronic scatter glitch that ping pongs in your skull like misfiring neural synapses, laser sharp and reverbed wire snap, and then Ty & Sara come in with their wordless stuttering, either solo or with electronic accompaniment, and it’s just fucking brilliant, with fleeting rhythms that pull you in for sweet moments of focused repetition before being twisted, layered, and chopped into its alien bio-mechanics, these are sounds that come from an intentional randomness that transforms the way you hear the world around you, the hums and scratches in your life being re-imagined and given new life. This is, unsurprisingly, supremely excellent work from Vida. Wholly worth your time.

Album Review

Super Minerals – Contacteer (Stunned, 2011)


Super MineralsEarth Acropolis Welcomes Panacea Home: Man The Rod, Woman The Measure, And Metabolising All Their Poisons With Ease (Stunned)

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The coolest jumbled mess of a tape. Two side long pieces of weirdness meandering through a hundred different electronic sounds, all murky as fuck and screaming bogs ‘n’ caves. Dank clicks & pops, swamp gas lighting up the thick fog, every little drip echoing for miles, depths unknown, deformed tweaked out monsters lurching in the dark, droozy cycles forming half-hearted beats, sustained drones created out of resonant walls, moaning chants, bicycle bells & distant guitars, chirps clattering, pulsing, weaving twisted melody dreams. A fucked ‘n’ drugged journey through the abstract. Awesome as hell, as expected from Stunned and this duo that’s still too way under the radar.