The material presented onĀ Untitled is much like the disc and packaging it’s contained within: primitive, bleak and almost nondescript. You could just as easily put this on as muzak as much as you could put it in the limelight at some sort of listening party. Powell could have released this on theĀ Trensmat label, but he choseĀ The Death of Rave. What you get on here can be considered cold, strange and harrowing. At times, you wonder if you’re in some grimy Abel Ferrara movie or that bordello in Taxi Driver. “A Band” sounds like what would have happened if Matthew Dear’s earlier self joined forces with Huerco S. “Acid” gets about as industrial as a song can get without completely veering off in to the realm of nonexistence. “Rider” treks along clumsily with its cutting bass licks, accompanied by a tribal drumline and what sounds like a Christopher Walken vocal sample. As for “Oh No New York,” it’s the most blatant homage to the no wave scene that Powell takes inspiration from. Check out a preview of the EP’s tracks below via the Boomkat player and see what you think of them. Cheers!
*Re-press of Powell's killer EP for The Death of Rave...250 copies* Powell marks up the 2nd release on The Death Of Rave, following Mark Leckey's debut entry, 'Fiorucci Made Me Hardcore'. Powell's 3rd release refines his ascetic blend of lawless New York no wave, cold European electronics and late '90s D&B with incisive vision and propulsive torque. The EP's standout 'A Band' emphasises a chimeric indistinction between the "real" textures of sample-spliced guitars and drums and the gritted tension of painstakingly processed electronics, somehow sounding like MMM producing for MARS, whereas the ductile, visceral wormhole of 'Acid' feels more like Bob Ostertag mangling Phuture. At its iciest, the bruxist thump of 'Rider' is an assured nod to Suicide, yet sliced with the precision of prime period Digital or Dom & Optical, whilst the loosely skewed but in-the-pocket groove of 'Oh No New York' is one of few contemporary examples that genuinely augments post punk tropes without merely reaffirming them. And far from stylistic tourism, these tracks are wrought with integrity and guile, forged with awareness of their sub-cultural history and coolly swerving its dead ends with a stoic intelligence and discipline that's sorely lacking from the reams of "yeah, we've got 3000 unreleased tunes on our hard-drive" set of producers: Powell may only have a handful, but they're probably better than yours.
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