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Andrew Weatherhall is an institution in the British music scene. Practically the architect of the Primal Scream sound and the "madchester" mania: he took a not particularly inspired rock track by the Primals and made an extraordinary remix where rock and dance spirit perfectly fused: Loaded. A revolution: a new era.
New scenarios opened for everyone. Since then, his remix activity has been incessant and consistently successful. With his more personal incarnations, the Two Lone Swordsmen, he mainly explored electronic sounds.
This latest album, as reports tell us, aims to mark a shift in the band's sound, in particular, to merge electronics once again with more traditional instruments like guitar, bass, and drums. The results are evident (or rather audible) to all: a dark, dirty, powerful bass, music from the slums. The rhythm often retains the hypnotic force of dance, music that is both atmospheric and makes you move. An album with a timeless flavor, perhaps we could use the word new wave, even if it is a duly updated new wave. The album's sounds are decidedly varied, Primal Scream, the more cavernous Nick Cave, Death in Vegas, Joy Division, and PIL due to the prominent use of bass. However, the mix works and this is ultimately an excellent work.
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Andrew Weatherall’s Two Lone Swordsmen offer a dark, powerful album blending electronic sounds with traditional instruments. The hypnotic rhythms and varied influences create a fresh yet timeless new wave vibe. Drawing comparisons to Primal Scream and Joy Division, the album marks a successful shift in the band’s sound.Tracklist Videos
Two Lone Swordsmen
Two Lone Swordsmen is a British electronic duo formed in 1996 by Andrew Weatherall and Keith Tenniswood after the Sabres of Paradise. Their catalog spans Warp-era techno/IDM to darker, guitar-laced hybrids, notably From the Double Gone Chapel and Wrong Meeting.05 Reviews
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By Giubbo
A dirty, bastard of a record, that tastes of ecstasy and smells of burning tires.
The bass... clouds the sky and brings nightfall early, but not a night of relaxation, a night where you will have to sweat to survive.
By CosmicJocker
Dark and metropolitan sound, neon lights, and filtered voices slurring curses.
I walk your streets and between the legs of your children; Damned city! Poisonous scolopendra with a thousand legs that bites my skin without mercy.
