Friday, January 18, 2008  5:06 pm 

Didn’t they used to be dinosaurs?

False Energy never really broke through at the end of last year, maybe a re-release is in order? It’s an elongated corker crossing the beams between Escort, Spektrum and The World of Conny Plank (specifically Zero Set).

Binary Chaffinch - False Energy

But how can such magic be achieved you ask? Its simple really. Binary Chaffinch seems to be Milo Smee from prog metal funk space cadets Chrome Hoof - making more sense now? Also responsible for that devastation causing Test icicles - Circle Square Triangle remix (the one with the throttled mid puberty teenager at the start). On recorded material so far xxjfg actually prefer the Chrome Hoof posses remixes and offshoots to the full band, but thats another story.

Meanwhile False Energy itself starts off innocuously enough. A minimal low slung funk, before the ghosts in the machine start talking, and soon we are greeted by a preposterously prog keyboard echoed by a choir of sirens.

Once the chorus kicks in, any pretenses of minimalism are gone and your left with a fully fledged dance hit in the making which promptly gives up the ghost as if the drummer with a penchant for odd electronica had taken charge of the whole track - Conny Plank.

At around 11mins it’s a grower, not a…oh you know, have a listen.

After a spell in the ‘What happened to that band we liked?’ folder Musiccargo seem to be getting positively prolific on our ass these days. Latest in is their remix of east village radio dj Speculator in his guise as the friendly neighborhood Grackle on Legowelt’s Strange Life Records.

Grackle - Disco (Musiccargo remix)

Disco is a deep repetitive affair of echoed out analogue riffs which merge into one continual pulsing tone, melodies emerge from the dark like bats in the dusk.

Melodrodramatic guitar flourishes provide an occasional gap in the dubbed out cloud. The organic rough sample sounding beats vary between contort yourself new wave clap happy disco with a half glam, half motorik distance to them, as elongated backward cymbal rushes and the never ending tumbling feeling every great tune should bring as your sucked further and further in. Once the Carpenter ‘esque buzzing top synth is in your ridding out of the city with Snake to wash the blood from your hands, ready to face whatever the motherfuckin’ world has to throw at you today.

Some days we just sit around and prey (to cuthulhu) for people to release stuff like this. Thanks Grackle! Thanks Musiccargo! We will be drinking the blood of virgins for you this weekend.

And just for the record, Grackles are amazing - we don’t get them in the uk.

labels >> animals, cybernetic, disco, grackle, musiccargo, xxjfg