Experimental Electronic Music
What makes MSdrift++ resonate is its command of opposites: discipline and chaos, function and experimentation, familiarity and risk. After decades immersed in electronic music, one truth remains constant: the highest level of craft is not choosing between leading and following. It is possessing the rare ability to do both.
Taken together, The Human Scientific Vessel is archetypal in structure but carefully executed, operating within a well-defined tradition while still asserting its own clarity of voice through precision, layering, and rhythmic intelligence.
Marconi Union seems to have removed weight from everything, allowing only the emotional core of the materials to filter through: soft drones, slowly shifting harmonies, reverbs opening like irises, barely hinted pulses, melodic glimmers that surface and dissolve within the same breath.
From bubbling synths to irresistible basslines, Teleportations makes every stop on its cosmic journey worth visiting.
Tschernobyl serves as an immersive depiction of such a wasteland and as a medium to cement the band’s feelings regarding the catastrophe. Both the music and the various vocal samples scattered throughout feel incredibly apt for painting images in the listener’s head; a sense of melancholy is sometimes present, while at other times the tracks become rougher and much more industrially influenced.
Beyond the Clones then does a fantastic job of morphing proto-EBM rhythms, contemporary glitch textures, and those delightful toybox electronics into this next release. And in so doing, moving between space-like abstraction and grounded abrasions with a physical intensity throughout.
Across eleven diverse movements, SICK STREET displays rhythmic elasticity, aural sculpting assembled from found sound, cellular technology, environmental residue, postcode mosaics, and a restless multiplicity of influence.
Across its duration, A Wave Of Alarm navigates the long architecture of inner turbulence, invoking something akin to a dark night of the soul: a descent into fertile voids where collapse and liberation begin to mirror one another.
For listeners expecting linear progression or clear melodic arc, Tracker Mini Works will feel incomplete. For those who understand that fragmentation and glitchy manipulation can be more emotionally resonant than perfect production, this will feel exactly right.
Ouroboros emerges as a fully realized assembly of extraterrestrial circuitry, endlessly bent, folded, and reconfigured into excitingly unique forms.
Across The Dreamers Of Dreams, Bowman detonates maniacal braindance mechanics, electro errorfunk ripped into synthetic ribbons, and a cut-and-paste sampladelia that early Coldcut would likely have fought over releasing.
