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Seize him!! Cairo’s dark prince, 1127, and the untameable sub-bass on his debut LP are responsible for rattling our beloved photo of Jane Arden off the wall and sending it crashing on to the hot concrete floor!
The RUDEST combo of sentinel-wrestling hip hop derived beat-welding and impulsive, spacial musique concrète know-how all rammed through Amr El-Alamy’s ferocious, high velocity palette of sound - the levels of craftsmanship at work on “Tqaseem Mqamat El Haram 2016-2019” is set to halt any of your lingering sound art scepticism! It’s like some mad Japanese forged steel (maybe we’ve used that one before?), as deadly as it is elegant - volleys of explosive, darkside heat seekers like “White Lie” and “Circumcision” flash-fryin’ your circuit board in the murkiest corners of the electronic avant-garde - the smoke slowly lifting to reveal “Tqaseem..”’s strains of blown-out, mutant beauty.
Weightless, trance-inducing vocal samples on “Renaissance” and the scorched synthesis on “Virtual Feels” cut through swarms of thrashing, lock-jaw binary advancements like the wings of an aeroplane does through the clouds. As the album progresses, the vacuum packed forays are given more and more room to breathe - the distortion-damaged beast expands and contorts in the already hi-adrenalin compositions, stretching to as long as 5-7 minutes, bringing the whole bionic scrapyard collage to the boil.
It's painstakingly unpredictable and, for all it's ruffness, intimidatingly sophisticated. You sorta start to feel like you are in some awe-inspiring but ultimately hopeless showdown with the highest developed mk. of digitised killer instinct - an opponent that’s already calculated every possible outcome before you’ve even got your lucky socks on.
Feels like a modern classic (whatever the heck that is?!). Not just for the razor sharp artistry and heavyweight / bruiser production value but it's erratic compositions and unrelenting intensity, “Tqaseem..” presents itself as an evolution of contemporary music that feels more in line with the experience of modern life than anything we have heard in yonks. Wot a sleeve too. Bona fide ballistic shit - handle with care!