Deep space throb and Dark Star static duel with a vaguely menacing Lynchian guitar line draped in reverb and dread. Some sort of cataclysmic Akira explosion – all blue light and vacuum silence – breaks the plunge into the void before the rush of drums doubly deep reemerge. Brief moments of piano calm descend with the Industrial monster under the dank Maine church floorboards – the narrator of all this, bridges the worlds as bricks are torn from the walls with vintage Vitalic-like low end snarl. Tropes from big room house are deployed and toyed with: the synthetic build twisted in a warehouse sacrifice – the blood of the early 90s still wet on the walls.
All this in but a few minutes. Space is loud and colourful and will happily eat you.
Standard Planets encompass Brighton’s Ben and London’s Ewan and Robert who’s Cursor Minor – The Sport of Kings having featured in one of the earliest 20JFG posts from 2004 (when we posted on Sundays!). There’s an album behind all this that’s looking for a loving home if any of you kindly label running types fancy it.