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)