• Phthalocyanine - No One Said You Didn't

    Reviewed by Joe Muggs (littledetroit.net)

    <b> Phthalocyanine </b> - No One Said You Didn't

    Now then. I don't want to cast any aspersions about Dimitri Fergadis aka Phtalocyanine, but this music sounds to me like the product of a great deal of time spent sucking on the business end of a DMT pipe. It is, even by Planet Mu’s already twisted standards, fucking mental. Much of it proceeds at pretty much Gabba pace, with quite a few of the tracks actually having four-to-the-floor Gabba kickdrum patterns; however the way the sounds and programming hurtle around the place, never repeating themselves, means that it’s as far as you can possibly get from the linear headbang of normal hard dance. Some of the most insanely-processed acid gurgles come up against ludicrously clean preset sounds (especially the drum machine on ‘Ethiopian Runner’)â€õ essentially beatless tracks subtly and gradually mutate into alternate universe old school hardcore complete with helium vocals and dirty rave stabs (‘Sewer System Shrapnel / Rainbow Energy’)â€õ Free jazz tootling mixes with uber-dramatic Vangelis soundtrack synths, Warner Bros cartoon squeebles and scuttle noises, Bernie Worrell Moog basslines and demented Drill & Bass beat action before also going Gabba (‘Breakfast Beer’)â€õ The cliché of “sounds like a drumkit falling downstairsâ€ù has never been truer than on, say, the intro to ‘Living With Lightning In Your Body’ (which mutates into a quasi religious hyperspeed Detroit synth workout)â€õ Not a single opportunity is missed to abuse a filter, throw in a “squoopâ€ù or a “squowlerwowlerwowlerâ€ù or a “freeeeeeeeeowsssschchhhhhtttvvvvvvvvwooooomâ€ù noise, or generally throw a barrage of curve balls, each trailing an infinite stream of UV acid tracers behind itâ€õ The whole thing sounds as if it’s being performed by a particularly militant and angry squadron of self-replicating fractal machine elves; the thought that a human mind might be behind this lunacy is frankly quite scary. There is a mischievous sense of humour at work – see the sheep bleats, gated voices, vintage car horns etc in ‘Rosemary’ - which sets it apart from some of the more ‘serious’ output of Planet Mu lately. As for quality judgement, who knows? This stuff is beyond good and evil. Strictly for the heads, methinks. I can’t even begin to imagine the sort of party where you could get away with this stuff, but damn, I can’t stop playing it. Shit, the lobsters! The lobsters! Help me!

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