Stave’s first release only came out back in August of this year and he’s already got his sophomore release in the process of getting pressed on limited edition wax. Stave bounces between downright filthy and dark industrial techno with the title and intro track “Trust,” along with the second track “Anon,” to minimal techno with some dub influence on “Break.”Â Trust is something that will get you in the zone if you’re trying to write something (which is what I’m doing right now with the preview of this EP) or if you’re trying to get your swole on at the gym. “Erox” (more-so the second version) slightly reminds me of Aphex Twin with its ritualistic metallic percussion at the forefront. His debut release Reform has got more of this goodness (and at a pretty reasonable price) if you’re interested in checking that out as well. If you want the darker and deeper side of what minimal techno can offer, this is right up your alley. Check out both theÂ Trust preview andÂ Reform below and see what you think of all this. I can’t wait to hear what else Stave may have in store for us. As for what color the vinyl is, Trensmat hasn’t said yet. All in due time, though, right?Â Cheers!
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A few short months ago, the very first release by Chicago's Stave appeared - the superbly bleak and weighty electronic album Reform. On this EP we're proud to bring three brand new tracks and a remix of Reform album track Tower 9 by fellow traveller Israel Vines.
There's a thread of unease running through the Stave sound - opener Trust makes that very clear with pitch-black ambient moans suppressed by a jittery percussive clatter. A relentless, woozy onslaught with subtle modulations and rising dread. Anon sees in a more brutal rhythm attack and sharper, almost jazzy tonal interruptions underpinned by a barely-there mournful and muffled ghostly synth line. As with all the cuts, the layers are given plently of space to breathe, giving a cinematic feel to the proceedings despite the limited palette.
Erox on the B eases the intensity somewhat but is no less desolate in mood. The groaning and fizzing background drones and half-submerged mechanical tribal beats are brightened subtly by light surface crackle as if the audible component parts are being welded in a horror factory kept operational 24/7 by lost souls. The remix of Tower 9, though on the face of it the loudest and most punishing track, offers the nearest thing to light relief in the form of a familiar bad-ass breakbeat and some dubby vocal sampling that finally brings some kind of human warmth to blow away the spectres and bring the dawn a bit closer.
Get out your dusty Eraserhead VHS tape, watch on fast forward, and lash on this EP as the perfect alternative industrial soundtrack.
The 12" comes with digital copies of the tracks on the vinyl plus an additional two tracks, 'Break' & 'Erok (Version)'. Pre-orders will be immediately sent a link to the download package in MP3 & WAV format.
VERY limited edition coloured vinyl 12" in card sleeve (+ 6 downloads).
Tower 9 [Israel Vines Remix] (7:08)
Erox [Version] (3:09)
Dec 2013, TR040
I am loving Stave and his new EP 'Trust' is wall to wall essential. There is such a great depth and texture to his tracks. They're techno sure, but something that has been conceived - brewed if you like.
Erox - a beautiful, grainy piece. Break - a head slamming hard slab of bliss. The dark shimmer of title track Trust and the dusty machine grind of Anon. Then there's Israel Vines remix of Tower - a slamming but still headspace deep techno breaks track that many try but few, like Vines, succeed at.
Count me as fan and a supporter..
Stave is the alter ego of one Jonathan Krohn, who, whilst based in Chicago delivers some of the least house related music Iâ€™ve ever heard. What we have here is quite simply the Devilâ€™s music, and I mean that in the best possible way. There is something inherently demonic within these soundscapes, because thatâ€™s what they are, soundscapes; environments within sound. At times reminiscent of Aphex Twin with a crunchy â€˜Regisâ€™ or â€˜Blawanâ€™ edge, replete with wailing banshees, darkly droning synths and moistly dripping, cavernous reverbs. Definitely not for the faint of heart. This is industrial tinged techno forged in a subterranean blast furnace by ghoulish techsmiths with nothing but bad intentions. Some tracks come across with an energetic, breakbeat style others more Gothic and moody, sinister. Choice cuts on here for this reviewer are â€˜Eroxâ€™ a deviant, throbbing ambient number with an underlying sadness which just kind of meanders off into the ether and Israel Vinesâ€™ remix of â€˜Tower 9â€² a furiously industrial breakbeat track with that shivery, ghostly ambience and a slightly ravey edge. To sum up, definitely not something for everyone â€“ this is a highly conceptualised label. But if you like your music hard, dark and sinister and with demonic influences you need to check this out.
Trensmat time, forthcoming on Irelandâ€™s finest imprint is a limited vinyl outing by Stave who for the uninitiated is Chicago based sonic alchemist Jonathan Krohn who can usually be found shimmying up to fellow aural experimentalist Karl Meier as talker. Alas where so ahead of the curve on this that thereâ€™s no full on press release information on this just yet safe to say itâ€™ll arrive on heavy duty wax replete with the usually digital codes that includes two additional suites not featured on the final wax version. â€˜the trustâ€™ EP follows hot on the heels of Staveâ€™s recent â€˜reformâ€™ release for RSS and is comprised of seven slabs of monolithic groove whose lineage dips ever so darkly in to the brooding backwaters of Alrealon Musiqueâ€™s doom dripped psyche. Not your fluffy dreamy cascades here, this is instead stark, desolate and detached, a chilling future vision of mechanised servitude and a humankind hope bleached and blistered in a gnawing futility. Best described as deep industrialised technoid drone dub, Stave ventures the fatalistic sound-scapes of label mates Astral Social Club albeit as though retooled by the bleak apocalyptic hand of Black Saturn, quality grade machine grind dimpled in hypnotic tides of Dadaist pulsars. Opening cut â€˜trustâ€™ sets the scene ominously equipped with the greeting visitation of foreboding drone fanfares before quickly descending into the depths of the aural abyss and in so doing evermore dragging the listener into nightmarish wastelands presided over by the extremities of a land locked ice cold grip. Equally foreboding and entering stage left â€™Anonâ€™ does little to lighten the grim mood, atmospherically tense and choked by a claustrophobic abandonment whose detachment and hope crushed desolation peels from the grooves like some life threatening sickness as it unrelentingly charges along tripped to a heavy industrial locomotive rhythm. Originally appearing on the aforementioned â€˜reformâ€™ set (from what I can gather) â€™Tower9â€™ is given a makeover by Israel Vines and emerges from the process sounding not unlike something that missed the final cut on Muslm Gauzeâ€™s â€˜lo-fi India Abuseâ€™ set, fortified by a hulking artillery of speaker punching beats and serviced by a busying series of subterranic sub plots the overall effect is played out as though a sumptuously earthy and realistic rephrased 70 Gwen Party with Depth Charge tagging along on location in the deepest hinterland of some middle eastern bazaar. Up next the panoramic sounding â€˜eroxâ€™ is an uber cooled shape shifting trance-a-phonic solitary star emitting melancholic distress calls into the cosmic voids, the track features again in its â€˜versionâ€™ mode with its sorrowful phrasing buried deep in a playfully bug bitten psychotropic groove whilst simultaneously acquitting itself as being the most accessible cut of the set. Saving the best until second to last â€˜breakâ€™ offers something of a mesmeric slice of glitch gouged deep Detroit house all built upon an incessant mind morphing clockwork rhythm, punishing, unrelenting, it flatlines across a monochromatic axis evermore shifting to some pre appointed end game point wherein it snow bursts into one brief furious eruption.
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- Maybe Buy
- Not My Style
- Too Expensive