Occupants Alpha 2
Science Cult Records
Out 5th November
The sharp end of the electronica scene gets another keen whet with the release of Science Cult's second edition of the Occupants Alpha series. The mixing of fresh and experienced music creators in one rendition provides a balanced and effective blast into the ethos and philosophy of this rapidly expanding art form. What makes electronica special? The infinite scope of a synthesiser and drum machine allow composers to reach into the chaos and draw out golden threads of splendour. When natural music and theory is added to this conjuring of waves, a special magic happens when nothing ever heard before is made real for the first time. Sometimes it's subtle, food for mathematicians and conductors, and sometimes the sound is simply a new kind of punk, in your face and ballistic.
A tubular tunnelling zap bass rips open the sound as whistle tones fan out in octavian forms. Rhythm pushes the keys, a solid barge of liquid percussion funnels through the canal like churning mechanisms of traditional industry. The snare and hats rattle on sparkling timings as slow and pauseful harmonies rumble and sing at tangents to the flow. Voices chatter quietly in subterranean ghostways that linger in the resonance of melody. Dream Dunes by Broken Joe offers a glistening spectacle through the lens of crunchy bass and ethereal synthesisers.
Cybereign is next with Journey. A retro feel dresses the rhythm as bass and snare bash out a thumping dance beat. Subtle chords play out in the sub-layers that waver and touch on the approaching energy. The lead synthesiser then begins, rubbery tones throw high-balls at disparate fielders waiting for the catch. This leans over to allow space for a robotised voice, melodious chanting brings yet more intrigue to the thrusty and evolutionary track.
Bouncing snare and bass with a dashing of hats spins out the fabric of the next number. Spongy waves of bubbling synthesiser froth and effervesce in phased and buoyant loops. Deep orchestral style synthesisers play odd scales with disappearing decay that leaves emptiness like presents we're grateful for. Strange tempos rise within as funky bass-lines keep the aesthetic creamy and sweet. Brice Kelly with Armed To The Teeth persistently throbs with a catchy bass drum and snare as strange and exploratory synthesiser motifs continue to baffle and derange, much to the listener's pleasure.
Strange and high-pitched droplets reverse their gravity into pinpoints of focus as mechanical bass and snare ramp up the tempo. A slow throbbing bass-line folds in like filling as the space-age throng continues to scale the shivering architecture. Key-changes unravel the fantastical as howling winds thunder through thumping bass drums that breath in non-linear patterns. Gated synthesisers rise through the weathering and launch yet more pulsations of flow through the vortices of vagus listening. Called Geodesic, issu's shattered tempos and spiky bass back-combs with ferocious strokes.
Amplitude rises into a spring-loaded percussion that evolves into a huge resonance drenched bass-drum. A vocal with digital distortion speaks as the rhythm expands with more bass-end tones that create a melodious undercarriage. Chattering juxtapositions of soundwave rattle with bot sounds and mechanically edged rhythm patterns that jitter and shake with cogged input. A simmering down of phantom-like melody carries through a steamy backdrop before the bass-line progresses further with twisting pitches and stereo-level adjustments to direction. L-Pad gives us Skinwalker, with all its creepiness intact.
Industry and hardware strike the tone as pulsing rhythms and phasing synthesisers join within an arena of production. The throbbing bass is let through the double doors and as they swing open to the steps of heavy weight percussion, springs and levers begin to jostle and compute as the impetus instructs. Armatures of sonic force turn and deliver packages of vocal that echo through drapes of dividers and cosy guidance systems. Robotic synthesisers churn through mixers and drums that rattle on looped programs of catalytic kinesis. The Inside Rumour is Leonardo Chevy as the title suggests.
New directions of tribal-esque origin break out with tom-tom drums and tabla sounds that warp in pitch across the percussive strike. A voice calls out, and digital saw bass begins to dig into the wood with strong and purposeful strokes. A higher ranger of percussion launches as cymbals begin to spiral into the distance from the centre of the machine. Across All Points by Hypho lends an afrobeat style to the production as huge waves of wafting bass shudder with long and foaming tones.
Fix Me is the cry from Blast Attack's studio. A bashing drum begins the music as dabbing synthesisers ripple with surging intensity that draw out a deep and drawn-out bass. Speckled beats spray a quick-fire output as slower and meaningful tones harmonise and paint drama within the screen of sonic cinema. Siren like twisting notes rise over the edges of the frame before a retro and spooky synthesiser leans in and takes control with catchy melodies. Robot voices murmur in the shaded areas while candle-wax clocks gradually melt into pools of solid past tenses.
NPC finishes the album with Valhalla. After this rigorous run-through of delicatessen dishes of curated beats and tones, it's a good place to be. Chiming bells and metallic sounds clang and clamour in a revolving scenario of sound as a roaring of bass rises up and through the reality of the texture. New mountain peaks of amplitude form a dance-pattern that throws us into a maelstrom of digital edges and hardcore nodding breaks. Frantic beats march to the vibrancy of thundering bass drones that launch any residual lingerments into the foray.
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