< RELEASE : MOQ - 1.21 GIGAWATTS>
< LABEL : seed records >
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< REVIEW FORMAT : cd >
< RELEASE DATE : OUT NOW @ Bleep.com>

1.21 GIGAWATTS!

New release on SEED who are hammering us with release mania at the moment, and who can complain when it’s all good.

‘ MoQ - aka Dave Atkinson - who first appeared under the name Peachfish on the Seed Vol. 1 compilation, has released his debut album '1.21 Gigawatts' on Seed Records on 3rd April 2006 - our first ever dedicated high quality DRM-free mp3 release, exclusive to Bleep.com.An album of punctured melodies and spannered breaks, with moments of calm, all held together with a brooding primal aggression.’

This release can be grabbed DIRECT from seeds house on Bleep.com, go get it here <<<

Time for listening:

"Out of the past" spouts a fountain of gyrating drumbeats whilst a synthetic synth plods around in the background, letting off lazer shots from his hip mounted belt. Getting more and more distorted the bassline crunches and folds in on itself whilst sucking in all the neon lightbeams in its vicinity. This one reaks of intelligence and espionage. "Intercede" lays down another rhythmic slice of imagination, covered in tiny popping beats and releasing spores of melodic chinks which sparkle and rubberise in the sky and fall to the ground as unimaginable shapes. This is the soundtrack to your mind as you discover a hidden room.. All good.

"Phenytoin" is a ramraid into the middle of a military complex housed inside a bubble formed of shooting stars and nine volt batteries, whilst "Glass Knee" rewinds your entire history, remoulds your brain, rewires your mainframe and then dunks you under the surface of a marzipan lake whilst giving you the thumbs up. Reeeefressh.

"Starving senses" then takes it down a warpzone and grabs your attention by slicing the night sky into numbered lots and feeding them to you on the longest spoon in history, whilst you sit back glaze eyed and drink it all in. Awesome.

"Bossyboots" passes you something from its small shiny android like claw and disappears down the smoking alley. Looking into your hand, a tiny holographic pulse begins to emit room shaking bass rhythms as multicolored numbers stack upon each other to form a structure more complex than the eye can resolve. After staring at this configuration for a long time your brain decides to reboot, so you fall to the ground in an analogue slump. Smooth track.

"Sierpinski Triangle" spins on the spot and displays blueprints to secret institutions on its many screens whilst using a mystical message of crunchy ice cube resonance, with squash ball like shapes that have that little twinkle in their dark dark beady eyes, which tell you something wonderful is going to happen. Keep em peeled, just keep em peeled. "Intersperse" spits itself about behind your brain like a spring drunk on lighter fuel, whilst its robot friends attach poster after poster to your cortex for no apparent reason. Bumps, sub burps and striking ribbons of rainbow scuttle around inside your now spongey skull, as the unrelenting laughter of your head invaders leaks from your earlobes and causes nearby traffic lights to melt to the ground. I bet the photocopiers are in on this one, they ALWAYS are, just listen to them laugh....

"Isodiametric" is the ending to the middle of the technological world. Imagine a sheet of paper flipping around on an acetate table, but the acetate is a whirlpool formed of calculator dung, and the sheet of paper is a slice of tomorrow in a paper form. This one I will let you imagine, but only until you hear it for yourself. I love the controlled insania.


1.21 Gigwatts is a series of doors, each one with a code which needs to be cracked to progress further. Full to the glowing brim with building rotating basslines, street light extruding melodies, and more crunch, bleep and zap that you can hold in your musical valve; you can’t go wrong with this one.

More tutorials in electronically controlled destruction and reconstruction from MOQ and Seed records.

Gets its nows.

Sam


 

 

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