Andy Stott
Luxury Problems

Tempus fugit said those jovial Latins just like albums. They often fly under our eyes and ears without us even noticing. If there's no remedy for time that's already passed, fortunately for music, there's the chance to redeem. Dear readers, you still have time to correct your mistakes and bow down to "Luxury Problems" by Andy Stott. You'll have the opportunity to handle a small masterpiece of electronic music that flew somewhat under the radar at the end of 2012 and soon fell into oblivion.

Andy Stott, a Manchester producer of dub and techno music at the critical test of the third album, develops eight extremely homogeneous and compact tracks where slowed-down minimalist-techno pulsations are immersed in the darkness of dub abysses. From the first listen, you'll dive, with a graceful somersault (see the magnificent cover), into a deep and disorienting underwater world where your stomach will be the resonance box and your mind a blender of ideas. Old or present sensations (depending on the cases) will resurface: some will remember that strange love between you and the toilet bowl when you hugged it to "vomit" your troubles upon it. You'll recall the effects of adrenaline rushes taking over your body when the teacher called you to the blackboard: anxiety, increased heart rate, blood flow deviations, bronchial dilations, and, unfortunately, gastrointestinal relaxations.

Entering Andy's world will be like swimming underwater with earache. His dub-techno synthesis, sprinkled here and there with dubstep atmospheres and reflections, will pleasantly daze you thanks to the angelic voice of Alison Skidmore sweetly wrapped around the album's dark sounds.

Music suitable for those who love to converse with themselves at night, perhaps after an evening of heavy revelry, for those who love to be embraced by music until suffocation is a risk, for those who don't fake a collapse at just the word "techno". Magmatic and relentless music, music for those who love dub compressions and underwater dubstep sensations. For lovers of nocturnal apneas or for those who, wishing to find a sunken treasure, don't yet know they've already found it.