RANDOM
NUMBER - New Global Vulgar (Fencing Flatworm; England)
Nutty-sounding hiphop-style constructions--plastic jackhammer beatbox
rhythms--lush sampling built into freakish walls of sound--CD-glitch
loop-de-loop and 80s pop-synth presets--everything here except the
expected. After school cool mules. Guh. Gooo. Goodie. Eddie Flowers at
www.slippytown.com
Random Number - New Global
Vulgar
more fish pics, here's
big-amibitions-in-small-bedrooms music, v much in that Squarepusher/AFX
skull interrogating you with nice-guy/nasty-guy confusing blows to the
solar plexus and polar sexus god i'm losing it again - no it's fine
stuff indeed, electrodes in places you want em, crowded intense airless
dance music with fewer rules and problems than usual, just the first
glance of those vague prolonged stares from the eyes atop the body you'll
be lying beside tonight and forever. From DDDD fanzine, Marleys, Minstead,
Hants, S043 7FY (no web or email)
Random Number: new global
vulgar
Wow. Random no. is probably
one of the few 'noise' artistes that can be said to be good both live
and on record. I enjoy this stuff live, but I'm bored shitless when
I listen to it at home, not so with Random No. Of course that could
be the fact that Random No. sticks in a load of hip hop and other dance
(uh. couldn't think of a better word. Sorry) rhythms. Cold places sounds
like glass being broken in your face while you're being hit with a hammer
to the back of your skull, with the John Barry orchestra brooding in
the background at one point it gets so overwhelmed that it loses any
sense of syncopation (DSP headache lovers and (the) young sound of regret
are also good examples of this). A good thing I think. Dammerung starts
off all clicks and thuds, before it gets smothered in can style keyboard
drones. The way these songs seem to trip over themselves just adds to
the visceral thrill of it all. .angel again and Proud idiot heritage
are like a punch up between your drum machine and a gameboy, I even
suspect that it might be. Songs like completely inadequate, stains on
your life and complete lack of tension conjure up images that if I was
feeling a bit more prententious I might describe as being like a picture
of a utopian society crumbling apart, but totally oblivious to the fact
that it is decaying at all (loads of melancholy/surface pretty samples
juxtaposed against harsh grating electronica). Death squad quell visits
his mum does actually sound like a violent nazi thug visiting his sweet
old mother. The lunatic orchestra is a bit too disco for me. Emo Drill
2 is probably my favourite, a sinister drum shuffle against a wall of
guitar and string samples, and truly fucking beautiful. From Is. #1
(18 Kelsall Grove, Leeds, LS6 1QY, UK, £1 or trade)
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