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relational overkill
Like many purely electronic releases there is no shortage of material to lose yourself in with 60 plus minutes worth of clickety techno dervatives and ultra sparse IDM on offer. Andrey has chosen on this release to angle the compositional rudder hard over into the melodic camp which means that despite sporting a logic analyzer friendly slew rate on most sounds (i.e. damn near vertical), the material is far more cocktail than difficult and quite firmly planted in the back forty of electronica. Whether that tickles your taint or not will depend on whether you are in the mood for chocolate vodka martinis in the back of a BMW or the skankiest panty remover bourbon you can lay your hands on while cheering on the participants in a demolition derby, i.e. electronica vs. experimental.
As mentioned, the majority of the pieces here include a strong melodic element, not in the "goddamn this stupid song has been stuck in my head for 4 days!" sense but instead manifesting as long sustaining jazzy pads and little tinklings like the flapping of Centrozoon's wings high up in a glitchy mood C-Drik sky. It's all very wistful and sophisticated sounding but I can't help but wish for a little less foof and a lot more grit. For my tastes this sounds like someone who has been eating a steady diet of trashy hard house (or some such soulless shite) and getting bored enough to start trying to emulate the clickier Mille Plateaux releases but just can't quite see their way to cutting totally loose. The core of this issue is that the techno roots show through strong enough that although it is quite pleasing to listen to (it definitely does not suck), it just isn't as exciting as other Nexsound locale material that I have been privy too since it lacks their sense of committment and adventureness.
Personal preference complaints aside, if you prefer your glitch as a condiment for more easily digestable material then this release will be exactly the missing ingredient from your sonic salad. It competent for sure and the fact that the commercial underpinnings blaze through like a set of neon underpants through a pair of tattered hair metal jeans may be just the ticket for those wanting a little less roughage with their electronics. Like I said, I enjoyed our little visit but I do wish that the air had been a little colder in the Ukraine when this disc was being recorded.
