Storming, LDN-shaming CD comp of new-school, dub-distressed techno / dnb / spaces between - marking one year of ANA’s “provincial” sleeper cell activities. Barely recognise the names of any of the avengers assembled, which is properly exciting given the tunes’ uniformly high standard...Beyaz’s icy techno flex ‘Femur’ (Version) sounds like Muslimgauze’s ‘Azzazzin’ spliced with one of those early Function tracks on Sandwell (‘Anticipation’? ‘Isolation’? ‘Constipation’?), Kesa Gatame drops a fleet-footed darkside jungle brawler that knows its roots but doesn’t get tangled ‘in em, with distinctive drum edits, attack-drones and no-fucks tempo-messing - a much needed breath fresh air in the stagnant windowless dungeon of “current” drum n bass. NEW BALLS PLEASE!
Gamba, whose recent Hessian 12” did brisk business here, serves up the chain-rattling, who-doesn’t-like-a-man-in-uniform warehouse flex of ‘Red Mud’, and Genghis Cohn continues his adventures in queasy claustrophobic scumbag concrète with the ace ‘Short Of Breath’. Kaval Yahuda’s contribution is a pressure-cooked, psychoactive stepper that invites obvious comparison to John T. Gast and Ishan Sound, but has its own thing going on really, with rolling Smith & Mighty breaks, and Rezka takes a similar conquering-lion bassline and goes somewhere Maurizio-ish with it.Haven’t even got to my favourites yet...Heavy Teeth’s ‘The Pull Of A Heavy Centre’ is contemporary club worries you can get behind, its itchy, stop-start, ultra-clipped machine-gun snares taking you somewhere interesting rather than just going pfffffffftttttsqrrrrrrrrf. Reminds me of Heith and Weightausend’s stuff a bit - high praise!
Swallow's 'I Came But Left' is one of the best things I've heard all year, an insane mashing of claggy Praxis-style aggro/amen-fire and my-cat-is-an-alien bedsit blooz - sounds like Carl Crack remixing Crescent, mebbe, but above all it sounds like it coulda only been made today. Finally, Aussterben's 10 minute epic 'Dream' threads gluey reverberant post-punk bass through a curdled Kareem-like ambience, sombre bell-tones keeping time, coming over like a vox-free, (even) more sparsely dubbed F ingers...
These guys got the keys to the safe, no mistake. New favourite label! Edition of just 20 (!!!!), sold out at source… if you miss out, raid their Bandcamp for the digital.