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Antidawn reduces Burial’s music to just the vapours.
The record explores an interzone between dislocated, patchwork songwriting and eerie, open-world, game space ambience.
In the resulting no man's land, lyrics take precedence over song, lonely phrases colour the haze, a stark and fragmented structure makes time slow down.
Antidawn seems to tell a story of a wintertime city, and something beckoning you to follow it into the night. The result is both comforting and disturbing, producing a quiet and uncanny glow against the cold. Sometimes, as it enters 'a bad place', it takes your breath away. And time just stops.
Burial releases a limited 12-inch EP "Streetlands", the sequel to "Antidawn"!
With his 2006 masterpiece debut album "Burial" and 2007's second album "Untrue", which was hailed as "the most important electronic music work of this century", he set two monumental achievements, and his true identity still remains. Although his background is unknown, Burial has fascinated many music fans and has influenced many artists.
With his overwhelmingly original sound, he reigns as one of the leading artists of the 2000s. Released in.
It is an ambient work with a texture that you can tell at a glance that it is Burial's work, and its profound sound sets it apart from others, creating a unique world that exceeds 30 minutes despite being an EP work.
A collection album that covers the ten generations of the solitary genius Burial will be released
The 2006 debut album "Burial" and the following year's second album "Untrue" have been established, and although their identity and identity are still unknown, their overwhelmingly original sound is UK garage-dubstep. By extension, Burial left a big impact as one of the representative artists of the 0's beyond the category of club music. The genius who continued to be silent revived with the EP work "Street Halo" in 2011 when he entered a new decade, and although expectations for the release of the third album increased, he suddenly continued to release EPs and singles after that, " I continued to search for new expressions after "Untrue". This work is a collection album that covers the steps that Burial left on Hyperdub in the Ten's, and walked to the unexperienced zone with listeners, seeking dismantling of the post dubstep that he had built himself, release from the scale and development of the track. A total of 17 songs, 150 minutes, including 6 songs from the first CD version of the song, are recorded on a 2-CD set. From "Street Halo" and "Loner", which presented a deep house mode with a hasty 4/4 beat, to "Kindred", which is an 11-minute self-collage of your own world view, and more emotional without being bound by the beat. "Rival Dealer" that develops a unique story, "Truant" that has one of the best sunlight ambiences in history, "Come Down To Us" that is a popular song representing Burial in the Tens, and recent single "State Forest". The pieces of the lonely genius, including the burial ambient track, are rearranged in the order of the intentional songs, and are completed here as one big lyric poem.
On Unleash, Heavee works simultaneously outside and inside the box, rebuilding footwork's framework and vibe to his own unique specification.
Known to his friends as Darryl Bunch Jnr, Heavee is a Queer, Chicago born and raised DJ and producer. He has a long history within footwork, and like many producers in the genre, started off as a dancer. Notably his track 'it's Wack' with DJ Rashad, from his 2018 album WFM on the Teklife label ended up in Flying Lotus' Grand Theft Auto jukebox , his tracks ‘Icemaster’ and ‘8-Bit Shit’ from earlier Hyperdub compilations are still much loved, and outside the Teklife crew, he's also co-produced alongside Sinjin Hawke & Zora Jones.
2022’s 'Audio Assault' EP on Hyperdub restarted his musical journey with some synth-driven, melodic footwork, but Unleash goes much further into audio world-building with a fresh, spongy and citrusy sound palette and rich, bright chord sequences. It's minimal, airy, balancing light and dark, sometimes breezy and sometimes clinical.
Rhythmically, it's dance floor ready, using footwork's 160 template as a springboard for building new drum sounds to express these rhythms. It's also marked out by transforming footwork's classic commanding chants into personal mantras and declarations - 'it's time for something different', 'Unleash the Freak'. 'Make It Work', with no time for unspecified enemies. At times, it seems to draw from R&B, rap, jazz and grime, with a sprinkling of bitter-sweet vintage Detroit techno and a resonance with ‘Pretty Ugly’ Era Scratcha DVA, but with the up-to-date palette and FXs you might hear from friends and contemporaries such as Fractal Fantasy and Suzi Analog.
It's clear that Heavee has upped his production and song writing game for Unleash and he cites studying physical modelling, modulation, and other forms of synthesis along with discussions and collaborative jams with peers that fed into the process. The album takes footworks 'eats all' approach to music in a fresh direction with a freedom of spirit. It's a strong addition to the footwork cannon and shows that experiments in dance music can be fun.
We're excited to bring you this collaboration between Spanish Producer Nueen and Manc vocalist / rapper Iceboy Violet, who has previously sprinkled their magic dust across Hyperdub releases from aya and Loraine James. The album traces the arc of a four year relationship, In Iceboy's words - 'fondly memorialising its highs and documenting its lows, trying to process and reflect positively and then ending with the ecstatic but ominous spark of new love.' Between them they've made an album that's magical, intimate and heartfelt, sometimes anguished but ultimately re-enchanting.
Iceboy and Nueen mutually admired their like-minded approach to making ambient music on recent solo releases and started swapping ideas for collaboration. Nueen sent beats at an almost overwhelming rate, which matched the speed and sharpness of Iceboy's emotions while they processed the end of the aforementioned relationship, creating songs which helped them process and navigate through the mental fog. The tracks were finished with Iceboy zooming in and chiselling the details, all finished in 3 months.
Nueen's music responds with foggy, but richly detailed grainy production. There are Smudgy, drill-laced beats contrasting with curdled, spiralling chords and at times he seems to isolate elements from Burial's palette and intensifies them, like SM FID's fire-like crackles. At other times, he draws out a malevolent ambience which feels elemental and troubling like on Cement Skin. Friends and collaborators switched up some of these songs, with artist Harriet Morley as the first voice on the album and Dawuna adding their rugged silky background vocals around Still's descriptions of black hair braiding and lives intimately intertwined. The album's final track, Kiss Me Again is blessed with young Manchester singer Bennettiscoming as a softening foil to Iceboy's coarse rapture.
You Said You'd Hold My Hand Through The Fire is an immensely affecting and lucid album, powerfully wrought and ultimately hopeful.
Written and produced by Laurel Halo
Mixed by Cole MGN
Mastered by Jason Goz at Transition
Laurel Halo - Piano, synth, vibraphone, guitaret, vocals
Eli Keszler - Drum kit, dumbek, glockenspiel
Max D - Cowbell (Jelly)
Klein - Vocals (Sun to Solar, Jelly)
Lafawndah - Vocals (Jelly, Syzygy)
Michael Salu - Vocals (Who Won?)
Craig Clouse - Wurlitzer (Who Won?, Syzygy, Like an L, Do U Ever Happen)
Julia Holter - Cello (Do U Ever Happen)
Michael Beharie - Electric guitar (Moontalk)
Diamond Terrifier - Tenor saxophone (Arschkriecher, Who Won?)
“Sun to Solar” lyrics adapted from “Servidão de Passagem” by Haroldo de Campos (Something Else Press / Primary Information)
This recording was made at and with the support of the Curtis R. Priem Experimental Media and Performing Arts Center, Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy, NY.
Album design by Bureau Mirko Borsche
Photography by Phillip Aumann
We've all experienced earworms - those phrases or riffs that spiral through your head for an eternity, materializing when you least expect it. On 'Models', Brummie producer Lee Gamble lets these sonic spectres inform a suite of illusory anthems, subliming vulnerable, half-remembered fragments of dream pop, Soundcloud rap and trance in the process. Sung by cybernetic voices in an almost wordless language, his widescreen memories reverberate across the last few decades of pop history, smudging Elizabeth Frazer's surreal poetry into disembodied diva cries and Lil Uzi Vert's abstract, AutoTuned mumbles.
It's a technique that advances the theories behind Gamble's 2012 album 'Diversions 1994-1996', when the producer vaporized interludes and breakdowns from his collection of jungle tapes into ghosted echoes. He surveys and blurs musical history in much the same way here, but swerves sampling completely and isn't in search of passive, ambient euphoria. On 'Models' Gamble instead trains his focus on the synthetic voice, an element that's far more conspicuous. Loose phrases were fed into a series of neural networks which would attempt to mimic them and sing them back, often corrupting them into indecipherable clouds. Gamble's role was to make sense of the chatter and twist these non-words into tight emotional coils. Extracting the most haunted fragments and using them to sculpt dreamy pop simulacrums, Gamble takes the concept of the pop producer to its logical extreme - examining how intonation and language is engineered to monopolize our attention, his uncomfortably addicting, magical realist inversion of pop plays like a bewitching symphony of earworms.
The record's front cover is a dimly lit photograph of a West Midlands motorway, rooting Gamble's effervescent fantasies in lived albeit flimic reality. It's a direct link to the producer's home turf and a conscious attempt to sidestep the visual aesthetics of contemporary digital art.
On 'Purple, Orange' Gamble's process is heralded by a crooning, artificial wail. As unsettling and out-of-body as an episode of déjà vu, it's marked with eldritch wrinkles that pitch it closer to Carnatic scales, stressing that the transhuman voice doesn't come from a single place, but all places at once: no-one and everyone.
Like a premonition of a hyperpop-trip-hop fusion that hasn't happened yet, Models is saccharine and melancholy at once. And just as Tricky perfectly represented the mid-'90s by costuming vintage soul and rap with his visionary outfits, Gamble fits out his sonic mannequins in the drapery of the algorithmic age: DAW-fried vocal artifacts, mannered, hyperreal instrumentation and cavernous digital reverb. The meaning we attach to pop is often our own. Sometimes the words are right there - "so close to me," we can make out through the dust - before they're split into fractal shapes and devolved into gibberish. It's pop music, but it ain't background music.