Word: techno
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...consciousness), the ideal drum ’n’ bass weekly is all about keeping it real and relaxed. Unpretentious except in regards to their unpretentiousness, drum ’n’ bass raves have also been noted as the gathering place of the scum of the techno world...
...respectively, the Gap (ubiquitous and dependable) and Abercrombie and Fitch (stylish and sexy) of the dance world, drum ’n’ bass is the Army surplus store: militant, underground, unpolished and tough. But beyond these three major genres is the world of experimental, fringe and hybrid techno, which are collectively Urban Outfitters: There’s bound to be something interesting, and the best stuff usually winds up in the basement. There are many weeklies that devote themselves, sometimes in rotation, to IDM (intelligent dance music), garage, hardcore, ghetto-tech, unusual breaks, acid house, noise and other...
Discriminating techno aficionados like their music fast and intense, sprinkled with sophisticated, layered beats and with almost no lyrics. But electro impresario Luke Slater, who has never been one to abide by mainstream conventions, has something more in mind with his latest album, Alright on Top. Encouraged by the successes of 1997’s Freek Funk and 1999’s Wireless, Slater holed up in the studio for a year. In addition to the typical array of beat machines and computers, Slater made use of vocalist Ricky Barrow, whose moaning voice turns all but two of these dance...
...Madonna’s “Ray of Light” than to the Chemical Brothers. The wondrous textures Slater crafts on “Stars and Heroes” and “Searchin’ for a Dream” are slices of the finest future techno, the sort of stuff one might listen to while flying through Tokyo in 2030, or on a day trip to Mars with your lover. The riskiest part of the music, Barrow’s love-letter lyrics, is also the culprit on the lesser parts of the album...
...immigrants in California, or spunky lesbians in lower Manhattan. But when it comes to the mediocre art that millions of Americans love, in Baton Rouge and Nashville and Denver and all the other places that Garth Brooks sings about, we roll our eyes and go back to downloading German techno...