Review Summary: From one source all things depend.
A drum machine, a synthesizer, and a sampler. Kicks on the 4; hats on the 2. Funky bass. Lush pads. Glistening leads and sizzling percussion. Robert Hood laid out the blueprint. From Germany to Detroit and back. Pure techno from the source.
Precise and mathematical, Robert Hood's techno minimalism laid music out on a grid. A series of equations; an addition here, a subtraction there. Multiply and divide. The circuits lock everything together. Computers shift the grid to the left and to the right. The algorithm mutates and evolves like a synthetic organism.
The soul speaks through the machine, willing the body to move. Fundamentally empirical; sensory and evocative. Music in its purest form; sine, saw, and square waves sculpted into colored tones and laid out in malleable patterns. Lock into the groove and let go. Welcome to Detroit, the minimal nation.
