Again we search into West Coast skies to an artist reaching for them. To Los Angeles, to Katie Gately, still in the throes of academe we find her, playing at new pop forms. This here record in July bloom is a bold and exciting taster of what is in store, around the corner. Six tracks of frightening ambition. A prime distillation in computer-music-pop. More alarming – this is her debut release, she has been making organised sound for just over a year.
Screech ,crumble, gurgle, crack…. the opening track “Ice” a storm of cluster tones and sequenced-bursts sets the standard. Then, to a potential Top10 smasher… gone mutant. “Last Day” is the first time we hear Katie’s voice, first looped and torn, then glowing, euphoric and beaming from deep inside a crashing-banging-beat system… I awoke from a little hole underneath the earth…
We follow similar patterns across this half-dozen. Fractured vocalisations, bittersweet harmonies, freaked alien voices all living, breathing in deep fried motherboards of acute computer programming and field sound. “Dead Referee” finds Katie on a post-apocalypse Basketball court, destroying waves of squeaks and crunches and cuts with a vocal refrain of high beauty, it Knifes through the noise.
Then, to “Left Half” the haunting reverb-calm before storm…. I’m gonna’ sew your face to my heart she whispers… “Stems” closes the record in a riot of tone and interference and alien acappella.
This is a new approach toward brighter days, mangled, beautiful, sun-reaching 23C Pop Musik for troubled times.
2. Last Day
4. Dead Referee
5. Left Half
Limited edition of 500 housed in debossed sleeve, individually hand numbered.
As Summer awakes we head toward the 4/4.
This is the first in our series of limited edition 12”s aimed at those dancefloors with nary a Guetta in sight. Presented in special debossed sleeve, numbered one-off pressings that give us the chance to introduce some of the most interesting names on our spectrum.
For our maiden voyage, we cross Europe, to sunnier climes, to Portugal… to IVVVO. A young producer with some early history on the estimable Opal Tapes and closely affiliated with the Photonz crew, the Future EP represents his most exciting work yet.
Six transmissions long- vinyl scarred, abrasive and heartbroken, IVVVO reaches into early UK Rave music for inspiration, but twists the endgame.The yearning vocal, the minor key whisper, the shuffling breakbeat, the bleep, the bloop, and the seeping tape bleed- all present. Yet IVVVO mangles these core elements of dance music past into something that sizzles headfirst into 2013.
Opening cut “Darkness in my Soul” kicks off the record in a sad-glare of tone bursts, aching lead lines and throbbing kicks. Elsewhere he reaches into his bag for stinging hats, tweaked vamps and nagging hooks. All tracks clock in shy of five minutes. IVVVO’S way is the quick
release, the instant blast, the cute melodic touch… smouldering in warehouse black. No time for bloated dance formulas here.
And then, the piano. Bookending either side sits a pair of devastating miniatures, played on his Grandma’s piano, prepared, cloaked in hiss and ending these plates with a kiss of forlorn ambience. A funereal flourish to the Death of Rave… to the Future…
A1 Darkness In My Soul
A2 Before The Death Of Rave
A3 Rave pt.1
12 track 2 x LP (Edition of 500 pressed on white vinyl) / Download
In January 2012 we released a 35-track compendium of F.C. Judd’s music and sound, it was called Electronics Without Tears. Fast forward to Spring 2013 and we are back with Fred for a very special LP to reignite his legacy.
For our tenth release we asked some of our favourite artists working today to submit a reinterpretation of the greatly undervalued early electronics pioneer, Frederick Charles Judd. We gave them Fred’s entire archive of sounds, tone experiments, field recordings and lectures and left it up them to produce an audio artefact befitting of Judd himself.
The players invited: Chris Carter, Perc, Pye Corner Audio, Holly Herndon, Mordant Music, Peter Rehberg, Bandshell, Ekoplekz, The Boats, Leyland Kirby, Karen Gwyer and Ian Helliwell.
Interpretations On F.C. Judd opens with Fred himself, welcoming us into his world before Ian Helliwell takes us into a fractured loop of radio static and gargled musique concrete.
From here we lurch through pure tape trips (Leyland Kirby, Chris Carter) dubwise refractions (Karen Gwyer, The Boats, PCA), haunted never-zones (Ekoplekz, Mordant Music, Perc), sublime vocal deconstructions (Holly Herndon) and frightening slashes of electronic deviance (Peter Rehberg, Bandshell).
Throughout Inspirations, Fred is never far away, reminding us how important visionaries like him stalk even the most future-bound of electronic music.
Ian Helliwell – Solid States
Perc – Woodford
Chris Carter – Flip-Flop
Holly Herndon – Control Sample
Mordant Music – Hoarded House (reMMix Fredit)
The Boats – Space Judder
Pye Corner Audio – Splice Block
Leyland Kirby – Slim Jim Wimshurst Mechanicals
Karen Gwyer – Judd Drums
Peter Rehberg – FJUDDmix 032013
Bandshell – Concrete Teeth
Ekoplekz – Fredwrek
“The spores of TG breaking out all over. An alternative bloodline of electronic music; as if the interbreeding of Chicago and Industrial resulted in sleeper cells entering a long gestation all over the world. Genesis’ postal network as the carrier.”
(20 Jazz Funk Greats)
And so we splash into 2013 with an almighty throb, pulse-tone generators at the ready. This is Cloud Generating, debut record of malformed electronic-pop and modular fury from Chicago two-piece Acteurs. From the chest-rattling opening kick of title track to the radon hailstorm of dub-techno epic “Freezing Fog” it’s clear that the pair, Jeremy Lemos and Brian Case know their way around a mixing desk. Both have long, immaculate CV’s with the cream of the U.S alternative scene, and here they stretch the studio to its limit.
Acteurs: proponents of bass to make systems quiver, drums that punch the gloom, electronics to scythe and screech into darkest night – a psychedelic overload.
Dream an Acteurs dream. Sodium streetlights, grey smoke. Chromium staircases and black-glass buildings. Acid rains. Cyberpunk racers. Dead TV channels. Amped-out brains . Come join their future-primitive world of stark and brutal groove, metallic avant-pop and precise mechanical funk.