The problem with reviewed CDs is that almost no one goes beyond their own opinion the reviewer has of it.
Let me explain. To build something solid, you have to start from the base, the foundations are essential for any type of relationship, whether experimental or not. The relationship changes, evolves, until you feel a de-discomfort in everything you do with that particular person, specifically built to teach you to detach a bit more from today's society.
The CD I reviewed is in my hands in its original form, directly from the factory it opens in my hands like a jewel of the London club culture. Compared to the garage-pop born in 2000, which began to spread precisely in those years in English nights characterized by few sounds, slow rhythms, delicate countertimes, and dancing with raised arms, from the first suite composed of the first three tracks "Juanita/Kiteless/Dream Of Love" there's the power of a refined and curated techno-ambient in the placement of cymbals, in the choice of bass, in the use of the keyboard.
Intertwining of synths, engaging sounds both from the number used in individual tracks and the power they emanate, marks the return of Underworld to a sound constituted by a raw power, especially before the subsequent "Beaucoup Fish" which had a more industrial soul, less aggressive and able to bring me back to a less modern essence of techno music. With the infinite doors of electronics Underworld reworked trip-hop in the second suite "Banstyle/Sappys Curry", and Autechre's music in the version "Anvil Vapre" in the best of the album "Pearl's Girl", with classic effects of rolled drum intertwined with a half rap that brings back to the only Warp-style moment, the satisfaction of listening to them in this guise is complete, the eager state of mind for simple noise is now satisfied.
I wanted to clarify that those who make music for themselves will always have satisfaction compared to those who move like a puppet in the hands of money-hungry major labels. Tricky, noisy, very techno and very dance track, the respect for Karl Hyde, Rick Smith, and Darren Emerson rises while listening to "Confusion The Waitress", it's liked by those who listen to the record as few listen to it reluctantly. The only letdowns are the final "Stagger" where the environment is one of calm flatness on spoken words, and the obscene "Rowla", distorted with extreme passion, it seems the maliciousness of knowing that wants to form you with its techno manifests not just occasionally, but throughout the track, let’s laugh about it since the perfect "Air Towel" arrives. What to say but a classic of techno music? Preferably listen to it with headphones for simply total and more precise sound involvement.
A shiver down the spine, accompanied by the phenomenon commonly known as goosebumps.
We are facing a work that is not too bold to define as a concept album, capable of interpreting the spirit of club culture and those Nineties that saw the explosion of dance music.