Tuesday, August 19, 2008

THE SHAMEN / JESUS JONES
Town and Country 2, London
Melody Maker, March 4th 1989

by Simon Reynolds




THE SHAMEN
En-Tact
(One Littled Indian)
Melody Maker, 1990

by Simon Reynolds





THE SHAMEN / MOBY
The Limelight, New York
Melody Maker, February 22nd 1992

by Simon Reynolds


TACKHEAD
Bedlam, London
Melody Maker, August 19th 1989

by Simon Reynolds


808 STATE
interview, Melody Maker, November 18th 1989

by Simon Reynolds







808 STATE
cover feature, Melody Maker, July 30th 1990

by Simon Reynolds








808 STATE
Ex:el
(ZTT)
Melody Maker, May 1991

by Simon Reynolds





these reissues in honor of the imminent (September 29th)deluxe edition double-disc reissues of 90 and Ex:cel

Saturday, August 16, 2008

LFO
Leisure Lounge, London
Melody Maker, June 25th 1994

by Simon Reynolds





LFO
Sheath
(Warp)
director's cut, Observer Music Monthly, September 2003

by Simon Reynolds


It’s a tough time for dance music believers. Mainstream house culture has imploded, with superclubs closing, dance magazines folding, and average sales for 12 inch singles on a steady downward arc. The more cerebral end of home-listening electronica suffers from stylistic fragmentation, overproduction (there’s just too many "pretty good" records being made), and the absence of a truly startling new sound (even a Next Medium-Sized Thing would be a blessing at this point). Trendy young hipsters think dance culture’s passe and really rather naff: these days they’re into bands with riffs, hooky choruses, foxy singers, and good hair, from neo-garage groups like The White Stripes to post-punk revivalists like The Rapture.

Little wonder, then, that the leading lights of leftfield electronica have been looking back to the early Nineties, when their scene was at the peak of its creativity, cultural preeminence, and popularity. There’s been a spate of retro-rave flavoured releases from the aging Anglo vanguard--a reinvocation (conscious or unconscious, it’s hard to say) of the era when this music was simultaneously the cutting edge and in the pop charts.

LFO’s Mark Bell is a case in point. Today he’s better known for his production work with Bjork and Depeche Mode, but back in 1990, he was one half of a duo who reached #12 in the UK singles charts with their self-titled debut "LFO". This Leeds group pioneered a style called "bleep", the first truly British mutation of the house and techno streaming over from Chicago and Detroit. In 1991 they released Frequencies, the first really great techno album released anywhere (unless you count ancestors Kraftwerk, alongside whose godlike genius LFO’s best work ranks, if you ask me). Just about the only bad thing about Sheath, LFO’s third album and first release for seven years, is its title, which I fear is being used in its antedeluvian meaning of "condom" (only "rubber johnny" could have been worse). Really, this record should be called Frequencies: the Return.

Deliberately lo-fi opener "Blown" instantly transports you back to the era of landmark records like Aphex Twin’s Selected Ambient Works 1985-91. All muddy heart-tremor bass, creaky hissing beats and tinkling, tingling rivulets of synth, it has the enchanted, misty-eyed quality of those childhood mornings when you wake to look through frost-embroidered bedroom windows. "Mokeylips" teems with fluorescent pulses and those classic LFO textures that seem to stick to your skin like Velcro. As bracing as snorting a line of Ajax, "Mum-Man" is industrial-strength hardcore of the kind that mashed-up the more mental ravefloors in ’92. With its robot-voice dancemaster commands and videogame zaps, "Freak" harks back further still to LFO’s Eighties "roots" as teenage electro fans bodypopping and spinning on their heads in deserted shopping centres. "Moistly" shimmers and surges with that odd mixture of nervousness and serenity that infused the classic Detroit techno of Derrick May and Carl Craig. And the beat-less tone-poem "Premacy" pierces your heart with its plangent poignancy.

Electronic music may be suffering from the cruel cycles of cool at the moment, but Sheath (ugh, I really don’t like that title) shows that music of quality and distinction is still coming from that quarter. Yet more proof (if any were still needed) that all-instrumental machine-music can be as emotionally evocative, as sensuously exquisite, as heart-tenderising and soul-nourishing as any rock group you care to mention. (Like for instance Radiohead, whose Thom Yorke, as it happens, was a huge fan of the Northern "bleep" tracks released by Warp in the early Nineties). One can only hope this album finds the audience it deserves.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

ADAMSKI, interview
Melody Maker, September 22nd 1990

by Simon Reynolds





typo nuance lost alert -- it wasn't that he smoked that was yukky or that he drank milk that was yukky, it was that he was puffing on a Marlboro while sipping on a carton of milk that was yukky

scan courtesy of Charles at Archived Music Press blog

Friday, August 8, 2008

ULTRAMARINE
United Kingdoms
Melody Maker, August 28th 1993

by Simon Reynolds