Two Lone Swordsmen
From The Double Gone Chapel

None of you know Andy Weatherhall? A London DJ in love with techno as much as the first new wave, like Killing Joke, so much so that the drums from Killing Joke were used on this record. But he is above all the one behind one of the most important albums of the 90s, namely Screamadelica by Primal Scream.

This project of his has been active for a few years, releases under WARP (!!!!!), and blends intense electronics with a dark new wave, but not a sad dark, a menacing dark that, if it takes you, it kills you, you got it, son of a bitch? Moreover, for the first time, Andy sings, and it's immediately clear that he's a killer.
It begins with "Stack Up," a slow and tedious electronic hit, with a kind of drill in the background that reminds you that you could die even tomorrow. In "Faux," Andy's voice appears, cavernous and anti-melodic, over a dirty and amphetamine electronic base. Dusty techno. "Formica fuego" and "The Lurch" are the most rock tracks on the album, with a guitar riff supported by a bass as thick as the layer of mud in a swampy terrain. "Punches and Knives" is a slow, gloomy nursery rhyme-condemnation.
Interesting change of direction in the last two: "Taste of our Flame" is a piece in the style of Tricky from Pre-Millennium Tension with a vocal duet between Andy and a female voice as sensual as it is contrasting. The final "Driving with my gears in reverse" ventures to show us an electric and languid, tight guitar that makes us think there is hope.

The real protagonist is the bass, whether electric or electronic, which clouds the sky and brings nightfall early, but not a night of relaxation, a night where you will have to sweat to survive, you got it, son of a bitch? A dirty, bastard of a record, that tastes of ecstasy and smells of burning tires.
A bomb from 2004, absolutely.