"The future is now" ... and it is obviously bad smelling... First full-length album signed by the evocative moniker of Splatterpunk (a term coined by D.J.Schow in order to describe a movement which rebels against the traditional horror fictional structure by depicting â?“ even from the graphical viewpoint â?“ the violence in a very tangible way and using horror novels just as a tool to propose a non-fictional analysis of the most disgusting portraits of the daily social life in a provocative way!), an interesting ebm project empowered by sharp reviews of contemporary lunacy, ideally broadcasted on channel 83, the highest frequency (now defunct) for NTSC-M terrestrial broadcasting! Even if there �re a plenty of references to some EBM classics, itâ??s evident that a rich eclectic vein pulses using new music forms to propel its sometimes "subversive" messages in Splatterpunkâ??s electromechanical body and Oscar Javierre Payà aka F18, the man behind this moniker, keep on dissecting the foggy pall enwrapping media-COMtrolled minds through an exquisite blend of sound tricks and well-crafted frequencies full of style variations, which sounds really good and absolutely enjoyable according to our ear response! Rooted down in the cyberpunk fertile cultural ground, the lyrics contains some eruptive statements since the beginning: Future Shock is a good ebm-techno liberation march related to the almost scientifical control some mass media use for enticing minds through apparently inoffensive bombing of info-shit ("digital emotion is the wrong devotion, connected to their lies by optic fiber line") and the nice Psychoterminal (... itâ??s adorable that girlâ??s voice contrasting with the hoarse one by Oscar repeating in an obsessive way "psycho"!) continues with the similar themes which is a sort of leitmotiv of the whole album, inherited by a lot of ebm and dark past acts ("the operative system that they install on your mind is just a simple extension of their fucking masterplan" evokes some dystopian writings by the legendary Philip K.Dick). After the whistling and suppurative minimalistic My Neurosis with the classic crumbling on some brassâ??nâ??bass sounds with an 808 State-like (to be honest, we should speak about a 909-State!!!) rhythmical pattern, thereâ??s the first pit stop, Robot Interface, a mumbling little candy (a little more than one minute is enough to take breath... !) with technospheric soundings which stands almost like a sort of tribute to Kraftwerk lessons before the further snapshot on social manias (un)frozen in the track Hi Technology, Low Life, a good example of danceable yeasty lo-fi tunes with grizzling "vocoderized" captions for a technologized world suffocated sentencing "the time has come and it will never come back again, we live in the last step of the final end", a nostalgic caress before the retro-futuristic high-propelled track Renegade Hacker 3.0 (prepare to repeat a lot of words ending with â?“tion if you like to sing this song while dancing, folks!!!!). What a great track for a supposedly forthcoming Apocalypse engineered by Intel!!! Mr.Ralph appears again on Self Isolation, a catchy conglomerate of pitiful assumptions on people which decide to live this condition as a way of escapism... what canâ??t be cured must be endured... ! A bleeding conceptual passage from robotic to zombie interface (not casual!) before another bath in an acid pool throughout the trance inducted by the well-done XXX-Terminator and the (voi)dances on a sort of vituperative "thrust and parry" in Suicde Epidemix ("Iâ??m tired to see you in these fuckin photos, throw away this shit, it shows your selfâ??s lightlessness" seems to be the words a strong-minded friend will shout to an absent-minded one loving filling his albums on facebook!!!). Turbina Neoplastic with the flux of exercises on throaty beating vocals is certainly not my favorite track (even if it contains good samples), while the howls introducing the romantic intercepted love affair (letâ??s say so!) of an idiot and a mechanical whore (containing a sample of the lies by Jose Maria Aznar told to Spanish people to justify the war on Irak... you should already know the bullshits on Iraki mass destructive weapons... shame on you, politicians!) is surely one of my favorite ones! Donâ??t forget to have a listen (and some jumpy steps) on the two remixes included in the album, among which the ASCII-Disko one of XXX Terminator is an highlight! My personal compliments to Die-6 form Barcellona for pictures and artwork (well... the "fluttering" girl on cover artwork presumably taken from a Japanese porno movie is not the next picture taken from Berlusconiâ??s Sardinean villa family album bought by El Pais!!!).

Hard Body Music is a title which wears the new unmusical effort by the esteemed Italian promoter and dj (but not so many people knows heâ??s also a talented techno forger... ) Noorglo like plastic gummy (and potentially carcinogen!) overalls giving the illusion of a perfect body. His name is mainly related to Decadence parties, among the most famous rendez-vous involving a lot of people devoted to Gothicism, fetishism (and related fashion branches... ) and obviously electro-techno music, but heâ??s considered one of the most active of the underground Italian scene, as he also shared the stage with legendary names of the international music-biz such as Covenant, Massive Attack, Funker Vogt, Einsturzende Neubaten, Hocico, Lacrimosa and many others. A lot of respectful ackonwledgements which are justified not only by his enthusiastic way of promoting his devil-like eyebeam and his guessed figure for introducing to darkish dancing masses as well as by his bumpy sets and his philosophical excerpts giving a conceptual framework to his musical "mission" (... and we could not anything but wink when he states that "performance is the physical expression of music. Often, a musical work is performed once its structure and instrumentation are satisfactory to its creators; however, as it gets performed more and more over time, it can evolve and change in any number of ways"... have a look to Noorgloâ??s myspace to get bodies of evidence of its nite and clear statements, folks!), but also for his good music taste confirmed by this work, which could be ideally detached in two parts: the first one contains a plenty of impressive catching rhythms, progressively gathering (high) speed â?“ but please donâ??t fine him or his sample machines for excess of speed!!! â?“ oscillating between the experimental grasps on well-sequenced beat storms of Waratah â?“ a reference to the Australian beautiful flower whose extract is supposedly able to give courage and heal from depression and anxiety â?“ and the suffocating Arena â?“ a clashy way to start the fire on dancehalls -, the "aspirated" suctions of Lashes, the harsh idiosyncratic beats of Hyerarchy â?“ a nervous and powerful techno mayhem which I didnâ??t hear since a lot of time!!! -, the ironic gabber movement (do you wanna Debord?!?!?) of Bedroom Corrosion and some good slices of sad-istic divertssment in the remix of Oph â?“ reminding to us some cranium-clastic issues by Venetian Snares and the first Aphex Twin -. The second part of the record seems to be less refined than the first one, but weâ??re almost sure a lot of people loving technomantras will love it: the trumpet announcing a charge in Beast (a quote of Lumukanda?!?!?), the ultradistorted ready-to-chew brass in Concrete Flesh and the violently sucked tribal-techno stepping in Hbmopera32 reminded to us some acts of Belgian techno music and Rotterdam(ne-R-d) old school. And after the doors of hell have benn disclosed, Mr.Noorglo proposes a Biosphere-like nice cameo in 12 with lovely trembling and tension-filled atmospheres. A really concrete -!- way to modulate noise in-shape-of something musical to train your sinews and go mouldy on a dancehall.

This provocative record by the young Greek (from Old Athens) producer Georg aka Cygnosic (an acronym maybe referring to the famous neutrinosâ?? storm related to the disappearing of Cygnus X-1, a supernova supposedly turned into a black hole discovered in 1964 and responsible for the mentioned storm which hit even Planet Earth in 1981, grabbing the interest by a lot of scientistsâ?? symposiums, according to which it was the first astronomical object widely accepted to be a source of massive X-rays, useful to explain and study the phenomenon of black holes) could be the musical answers to the Kitamoriâ??s dilemma according the double divine personality (a piece of good news for psycho pills' factories!), as Georg chooses this religious references picturing a sort of portrait of an angry and unmerciful divinity to enwrap his well-crafted and catchy music, constantly oscillating between EBM, techno and music for movies (an attitude featuring Georgâ??s music confirmed by his recent collaboration with the emerging and promising Greek film-maker Fokion Bogris for the soundtrack of a movie entitled Catharsis... ). His distorted use of voice could be associated to this painful godâ??s complaints about human race (it could be fitted to Kitamoriâ??s quoting stating that "when the pain of man becomes the symbol of the pain of God and unites with the pain of God, manâ??s pain is in turn healed. What heals our wounds is the love rooted in the pain of God"... hope I donâ??t look too intellectually snobbish to our beloved readers!), its rhythmical electromechanical patterns seem to initiate to ritual dances for forgiveness and for the praise of this dreadful deity which lose its patience. Thereâ??re some references to the funny fake believing of Discordianism, when Georg identify one of the sign (and reaction... ) of divine pain in the aim of spreading chaos in the first powerful track, in references to the moon eclipse in the second one entitled Luna Obscura (a well-done "chaotic" remix ends up this cheeky tracklist for people which usually enjoy dancing on this kind of hard rhythms in darkish dancefloors), in the geometrical basslines and catastrophic sequences of Zero Tolerance (the structure of the track reminds to us Juno Reactorâ??s "Bible of Dreams" as well as some pieces of Klinikâ??s repertoire... itâ??s not so difficult to fix into memory the lyrics of this song... just repeat the title continuously!). Some slices of terrifying dialogues and malevolent sneers in the filmic You Stink Of Fear, a sort of interlude evoking the awakening of this deity in pain (donâ??t be afraid!), and an adamantine EBM hurdy-gurdy with a reversed sample of breaking chains in Throw Away My Dust anticipate one of my favorite tracks, Neva55 â?“ we sincerely ignore the reason why Georg tribute this track to an old Russian radio!!!-, an highly-danceable track well seasoned with samples of distorted typewriting and anti-aircraft alarms which will surely shake your bodies... This deity looks really disappointed in the soteriological One O Two, a really suggestive track which should not to be heard by people affected with persecution manias! As Far As We Can Go with his catchy gripping could be alternatively entitled As Far As You Can Dance, while a distorted horn and metallic bumpy rifle-shots enrich the nice techno movement of In The Lag Of Time! There are some bodies of evidence confirming the theory according to which some Greek composers looks to be devoted to seraphic choruses, inserted everywhere in this album... it should arguably be a sort of trademark of music coming from Greece â?“ a sort of devotional tribute to the Hellenic respectable descendents?!?!? -! Weâ??re not sure that this record could lenify this deityâ??s wound, but weâ??re almost sure about the fact the this deity in pain is going to get possession of your body!!! Are you ready to get into the terrible will of a deity in pain, men?!?!?

Weâ??ve noticed a great publishing effort behind the fourth studio album by one of the most unpretentious and underrated Dark electro project, the young but hyper-prolific German (from Chemnitz, a town sited in the ex-East Germany nearby the Czech borders, formerly known as Karl-Marx Stadt) band Wynardtage, supported by a lot of meaningful trademarks of the scene and co-released by Equinoxe (release number 66) and Rupal Records (release with the magical number 23... ), entitled The Grey Line, maybe referring to the homonymous one, which people studying earth sciences know very well, referring to the band which separates daylight from darkness. Following his previous album Praise The Fallen, widely acclaimed by specialized press as well as by EBM-dark djs, weâ??re almost sure that this brand new album will obtain a comparable acclamation mainly for an aspect which should not be underrated by electro dances, often called "danceability". Even if Wynardtage declares "The world is still the same â?“ only I have changed... ", the listener which knows Kai Arnoldâ??s (the mastermind unraveling the threads of Wynardtage) past albums easily recognizes that the themes are more or less the same of the previous works, mainly rooted in ferocious critics to social matters and false morality mixed up with personal statements, fears and wishes, even if it seems that the (strictly darkish!) canvas enwrapping this lyrics all over the 11 tracks of the album is more intended for dancers wearing obscure spectacles (or gas masks!)... Harsh sounds combined with suffocating ones, martial 4/4 sequenced beats, epic atmospheres and great vocals will kick your ass and perfectly fits this nervous times! A song like Cutting Down is what we imagine is "silently" resonating in the minds of managers on the point of announcing an imminent cut of work forces (sometimes suicide inducing..), while the title track is one of the best episodes of the whole album: the guest singer Melanie G. from the band advantage perfectly interpretes the depressively foggy breeze of this sybilline song inviting the listener to create a vision to (re)create a personal delight. And the whispering and suggestive dialogue introducing If There Is No Tomorrow seems to be tragically predictive, donâ??t despair and dances on the corrugated front-row beats shaking that song. We like the recurring habit of interweaving spoken parts and smashing beats with swampy electronic sequences and rusty vocals tumbling down on rhythms which sometimes reminds to us slushing wheels, especially in tracks like Crash Of A Star â?“ a song which seems an angry reflection on the delicate matter of young people suicidal pulsations, nicely contrasting with the following track, Now We Are Alive, a song which will arguably echoe in unhappy existences... especially the Painbastardâ??s remix â?“, My Life or The Frozen Point (paradoxically one of the highest point of the whole album according to our ears and tip-tapping feet... ). The European version of the limited edition includes three remixes: the above-mentioned one by Painbastard, a more "elastic" crushed version of Mask by ESC and a disengaged techno rush by X-Fusion remixing Tragic Hero, but we know that American and Russian tracklists are slightly different as they include other remixes. After you listened to the album you could ask to yourself if Wynardtage chose a similar title â?“ The Grey Line â?“ just to preannounce a forthcoming transition from dark to light or arguably to make a present to people afflicte by split personality, but itâ??s possible that youâ??ll formalute similar silly question panting and panting after dancing... So... keep on dancing on the grey line, folks!

Equilibrium is sometimes like taking off your shoe in order to remove a pebble thrown unexpectedly inside of it and hurting feet while walking by a little spiteful brontosaurus. That could be just an interpretation of what this Italian band seems to suggest by the use of a nice shot for the green filtered cover artwork by Alessandro Della Savia (pay attention...there's a message under the leaves!) and inside and throughout the "rough" lines of an album which is only apparently just delightful and saturated with pleasurable grooves. Positive messages even if homemade and juicy tunes by the way! Let's state from now on that H.U.G.O. is just an acronym standing for Homemade (...and as many things with this distinctive quality, you could undoubtedly say it's greatly more genuine than any other musical prescription deriving from a widespread "serialism"! By the way... could you deny that fried noodles are healthier than Elvira Coot's delicious tidbits?!?) Unlimited Groove Opportunities and speaking generally you know thereâ??s nothing more concrete than opportunities (or could we speak about possibilities?!?). Thatâ??s the reason why in my modest opinion, thereâ??s nothing particularly mystical or out-of-head in their music even if rich of references to some dreamy acts from Bristol music masters as well as ethereal "ambientalists" such as Boards Of Canada. But when the skilled voice by Daniela Zebraâ??s uvula utterly flutterly sings, moans and (sometimes) whispers with total absence of fawning "life exists only in the absence of equilibrium", it seems that they enjoy being controversial and thatâ??s why they could not be defined a pop band! The lyrics are somewhat like memory pills as they even quote Herbert Marcuseâ??s one-dimensional man, punksâ?? believing, pagan principles based on the alternation of seasons and changes on human life, a bizarre female version of Stevensonâ??s fictional character created to represent the splitting of personality (the famous â?“ and not so â?“ strange case of Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hide), with some provocative statements (for instance in Whacked you could listen to a sort of gentle invective full of praises against an imaginary starlet totally absorbed by a "fake" star system ideology... ), while the music seems to be a conglomerate assemblage of different influences well amalgamated by a groovy cheeky rhythmical pattern, often invading the fertile grounds of psychedelic electronic movements with that way of "ease-grabbing" distinguishing poppy tracks, chiming tones and well-crafted basslines. Even if in some episodes the compositional aspects lacks of homogeneity, youâ??ll arguably appreciate their trembling and sibylline style and their refined alchemy.