Alex Smoke
Paradolia

THE REVIEW

In all honesty, I'm not sure if the phuture-ista, who is much more than just an intriguing 'Paradolico' Glasgow deconstructor and sound sculptor Alessandro Menzier, known as Smoke, is making a wise move in carbonizing his own pristine alveoli as his suffix might suggest. However, what he promulgates and ejects in the more than abundant electro-hour that constitutes his second complete audio-creation, magnetically attracts auditory peripherals, resulting in an acoustically-chromatic experience that is more than inversely proportional and bright compared to the mono-gray self-inhaled.

An electro-manipulative talent in a nearly raw state, as hadn't been heard in such boldness for some time (and its annoying absence had been felt), the little more than twenty-year-old groove-stacker, embodies a discernible sound-investigating instinct within an acoustic paradigm aimed at popular and increasingly youthful/nocturnal and cross dance/floor enjoyment; he dissects and handles the multifaceted synthetic material with a mastery, elegance, and pleasantness simply improbable to most.

Filled with ecological/positronic patterns, often obsessively and intoxicatingly dub-nocturnal ["Never Want To See You Again"], as well as occasionally neo-nostalgic/vetero-robotic: in “Snider,” a tangential and overwhelming post-Kraftwerkian musikal-fortschreiten takes shape, a petite construct generated and aimed at the house/generations to come; a captivating progressive sensitivity develops and is evinced in the surrounding air from the enveloping initiatory disquo act (after a short intro): “Persona” literally encircles thanks to an enveloping/engaging polyrhythmic/artificial progression, endowed with an effectiveness, variety, and electro-potentiality sincerely “worrying” {the initial rhythmic frame seems similar/the same to that of the planetary Hit -blasphemy?- Sugababesian from some seasons past} if only because sneakily instigating unusual, anciently removed, and awkward [quite] cross-dancing practices, even on the mephitic and arthritic mononeuron belonging to your rambling de-recensoreo from exhaustion.

The shimmering "Left drift", a transversal symphony between laser debris and hissing sound-sheets, fully concludes this very modernist and really up-to-date Soma sortie: a clear multi-electro directional substance {remarkable as well is the authentic gamble named “Prima Materia”: epic-orchestral sounds inserted into a progressive house/synthetika structure} is what is easily molded by the youthful Scot.

Although he does not provide entirely unprecedented and unheard ear-material, at the current state he seems to represent, in the worst case scenario, "just" one of the most intelligent exponents of the European nouvelle vogue technotronica.