These aren’t tracks to set the mind to, this is body music to lose yourself and your troubles in. Forget it all in the wail of the TB303.
Red blooded techno with a good mouthful of acid to wash it all down
What country holds the title of techno? Germany? Probably. From the introspections of Basic Channel to the bang that characterises Berghain, the central European heavyweight would more than likely get the most votes. How many votes would Finland receive? Not many, right? Despite not featuring in interminable feeds, the northern nation can punch with the best of them. A rich history of machine music has proven fertile ground for a spread of artists, collectives and labels. One imprint gathering fellow countrymen with a wry smile is Detachment Records.
Set up by Sex Voltage, an eponymous EP from the label boss inaugurated in 2019. Four tracks make up the record, each is raw and unrefined immediately conjuring sweaty basements and speakers capable for bursting blood vessels. In summary, bruising techno that jumps and thumps.
The second release is just hitting stores, this time a split between The Boneless One and Real Motherfuckers Don’t Talk Shit!. The former will be known to many. With releases on Computer Controlled, Ride the Gyroscope and Zeitnot, this Scandinavian knob jerker is a dyed in the wool acid afficionado. The opener, “Track Mode 202 (Bass Mix)”, is an off-kilter work of wonk acid. Key stabs are drenched in a thick 303 syrup with cymbals and claps submerged in a Roland haze. “Freak House” is less drugged. A steady kick gives way to a percussive barrage with samples floating above the squelching onslaught. Real Motherfuckers Don’t Talk Shit! makes his vinyl debut with two teeth rattling pieces. Bordering the blurred lines of house and techno, “True Analog House 024” wallops from the outset. As the drum machine is put through its paces, a trippy liquid line shifts as melody is replaced by a warbling bending note. “Ice Trax 023” is cut from the same psi-clothe. Beats are bold, claps and snare rolls colliding into bent keys as siren bleeps circle.
Detachment Records is carrying on a tradition set by labels like Proform Series and X-Rust, red blooded techno with a good mouthful of acid to wash it all down. These aren’t tracks to set the mind to, this is body music to lose yourself and your troubles in. Forget it all in the wail of the TB303.
Split EP is available on Detachment. [Bandcamp]
