"A vessel: unified, collective action and consciousness. Loss of self, the interchange of flows across cables, mixers and machines, a single mind emerging from the moment of pure vitality."
The lifestyle-minded Brooklyn duo of Daniel Freshwater and Brian Whateverer have interacted with image/status-obsessed ideals through electronic/dance music for a while now. Where previous releases like “After-Sport” drifted in vape cloud and negotiated slick/stark dualitys, the digital scree, mutated samples and frenetic, metallic percussion that characterize “Precision Instruments” digs deep into decay and dissolution of status and image obsessed lifestyle economy.
“Precision Instruments” is an all-out distroidian frenzy in which a shiny, hi-tech aesthetic is constantly subverted, deferred and perverted through a dizzying set of disembodied dance signifiers and mangled but muscular sample repetitions. Disjointed rhythms pile-up and melt in an ever-shifting blur of robotic and cybernetic club ruins retrograded with synthetic image renderings probably best viewed via Ocular Rift.
These broken maximalist deconstructions are dark but buoyant, and never as doomed as the explorations of self or dystopic capitalist realities that they set their sights on. Rather, Mind Dynamics generally smashed iPhone screen vibe allows for major (though occasional) moments of serenity to emerge from the crumbling textures.
A distinct elasticity and sense of warped space might bring to mind Night Slugs et als obsessions with the lavish, as much as Eric Copeland’s inverted dub, Actress’ messy techno or Pete Swanson’s recent damaged warehouse operations. At the heart of each of “Precision Instruments” six (totally live) recordings is techno; albeit a super messy and heavily processed type.
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If you're looking for a friendly way into the Opal Tapes catalogue I'm afraid there isn't one. However, this is a great (and very decently priced) introduction to the distinct sound this label has made its own with some fantastic slices of techno. Boma Ye