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An Education: Electronic

This time, recommend me anything with an electronic slant, no matter the subgenre. Speaking of, since this is dubbed the "education" series, please provide the sub-genre in your rec so I can better grasp what defines these different styles of music -- as I often find them hard to distinguish between when it comes to electronic (e.g. what the fuck is the different between deep house and trance i literally have no idea even if i have listened to plenty of both lol). As always, I'll write a description and provide a rating outta 10. Thanks. ALBUM RECS. ONE PER PERSON.
1Four Tet
New Energy

I'm a bit more well-versed in electronic, but I'm still a long way from where I'd like to be.
5Laszlo Dancehall
How Are You?


Search results come up with: "Michael Bay's brain uploaded to a computer".

This album is busy and I'm taking it too seriously. I am taking its thinly veiled Caribbean 'influences' too seriously; I am taking its bass-drop-lead-into-bass-drop formula too seriously; I am taking Ramon's rec too seriously. But there's some merit here: the hooks and the beats are incongruous but not grating (usually), and the percussive elements melt into the melodies they support. It's a laugh, it's a joke, it's alright.

8Vladislav Delay

"Glitchy Ambient Dub."

Search results come up with: "Lightning occasionally strikes the still lake."

Anima is one formless, screen-tearing, eternally progressing piece of music. Layers grate over each other shyly, coyly, while a foundation of blossoming synthwork keeps it all from falling into unformation. It's easy to see why this could be dubbed 'glitch'; it refuses to walk in straight lines, with a sequencing as graceful as it is confused and clumsy. It's perfect, I think, for a lazy day, because it's passive enough to fade into the background, but engaging enough to reel you back in during those moments where activity goes wandering off.


"Japanese Influenced."

Search results come up with: "Reliving Japanese New Year on Groundhog Day".

There is not much subtlely in beginning a record with the roar of a giant cat. Then again, thematic nuance isn't really present throughout this EP; when Scuro said "japanese influenced", he meant it. It's impressive still how convincing the colour palette on this record is: if I didn't know Ephera operated in Sydney, I'd fall unquestionably for the notion that those fluttering harps -- buried as they are under rapturous bass -- came from feudal Japan. I've clearly never been to Asia.

10Space Art
Space Art

Space Pop.

Search results come up with: "Advertisement jingles of the third kind."

This is what people in the past thought the future would sound like. Here are tales of electricity conducting water and water conducting an orchestra of sounds that somehow break through the vacuum of space. Space Art casts a great shadow with this album, expanding without even realizing, eclipsing whatever lightness they accidentally induce using ominous synth flourishes and even more unsettling bass warbles. It's somehow grand and introverted; oxymoronic even in the respect that it breathes life into itself. I mean, that may be so (it certainly feels cyclical) but to say that it "breathes" doesn't feel true -- it's too cold and metallic to make music which exhales oxygen.


Industrial/IDM/"Rick and Morty-tier Dance Music"

Search results come up with: "Broken kaleidoscope, found in gutter on a rainy day."

This record does its utmost to ingratiate itself with the listener as soon as possible. For all its glitching and for all the smoke that seeps out from its loose edges, Sonnambula is not short on its share of wonderment. I think its because the glitching -- always in the foreground -- bounces off the celestial synthwork as if spurred on by its presence. The two elements should be at odds, but they weave around each other in a way that implies a profound understanding of contrast; the foil elucidating the protagonist's most easy-to-empathise-with characteristics. Zampieri remains in that contrary state: too lucid to ever be a sleepwalker, too scrupulous to let his compositions wander off without purpose.

12Porter Ricks
Anguilla Electrica


Search results come up with: "The cold, mechanical fly on the wall."

This is labeled 'minimal' but it feels like it's trying so hard to break out of that cage. From the title track, the pulse, the inveterate bass-drum, is certainly gentle and certainly minimal, but the dub-typical synthwork scratches mischievously across the surface. And, deeper still, this record dabbles expertly in the time/decay paradigm -- proving an intriguing experiment in how these patterns (the rigidity of it all; the pulse that never changes) seem to shift and take different, illusory forms as one minute slips into the next. The changes here are ever-so-subtle -- like a glitch emerging in the most certain of places -- but they keep one floating in Porter Ricks' carefully constructed orbit.



Search results come up with: "Sleeping in a safety net."

Confield wants you to think it's cold and aloof and emotionless and mechanical, but it can't help but let its soul shine through its metallic exterior. It's very clearly a labour of love and -- to me at least -- it fittingly seems to portray love in unconventional ways: Cfern's stutter-step is all wry humour, Pen Expers' paint-at-a-wall landscape is a the dovetail of eccentricity and selfless affection. Its eyes snap open in the most unexpected places; just when you think you've come to know the nooks and crannies of the record, it reveals new ones for you to nestle into. I've heard a couple of Autechre records in my time, but this may have just skipped its way into pole position.


Microhouse//Deep House

Search results come up with: "A rave at the library."

This feels like one of those late-night mixes that spill out the car window and onto the empty road at two o'clock in the morning; the same ones wherein a radio DJ will chime in every twenty minutes to enthusiastically tell you what you're listening to. But, there's more flourishes to be had here, more distinctive melodies to compete with the simple-yet-commanding bass drum/hi-hat patterns that run through this thing like a stark exoskeleton. Hooks -- good hooks, mind -- are buried in the mix and discarded at will (check between the 15 and 17 minute marks), like Luomo is treating them only as textures that commit to a vibe instead of just becoming one. On another note: some of these beats are so colourful that they outshine the sequences that come before them, and to me the record feels a tad uneven as a result.

15Kashiwa Daisuke
Program Music I

Classical/Post-Rock w/ -- I presume -- heavy electronic influences.

Search results come up with: "Beauty/Romance/Plot-hole"

I once described an album -- similar to this but not at all similar to this -- as "post-rock with the screen tearing", as if I knew exactly what that sounded like. I didn't then, but I do now. Program Music means long, meandering pieces that second guess their own grace; it means a dismantling of classical music; it means leaving out mistakes in the finished product would be a mistake. Though it's necessary, now, to stretch the boundaries of what constitutes a spot in this list, I guess I'm willing for something that soars and resonates like this thing. Points deducted, but not many.

16Ricardo Villalobos

Minimal Techno.

Search results come up with: "Artificial intelligence and a botched sleep experiment."

Well, this is hypnotic. This record's pulse isn't one to keep it alive but one to put you to sleep. The percussion is more an uncertain flicker than a steady scaffold for the melodies to rest on, which means the keyboards/synths have to take it slow, feeling out for the broken glass and pitfalls buried deep underneath the seductive snare patterns that throw this record so out of shape. I didn't expect to like this as much as I did. I have no reason to be so cynical, and as of this album, I refuse to be going forward.

Gaiatronyk vs. The Cheap Robots


Search results come up with: "The crash and the afterglow."

This atmosphere is tangible enough that I could probably read it in braille, whatever that means. It's both constructed and punctuated by beats that walk in circles, with every heavy step emphasised by the snap of a snare. Though is clangs and it creases at its centre, the record still has a flow to it -- fitting one piece's circle into the next's square. Example: Zyphyr's underwater wailing precedes Vyrzyn Z's turbulent ascent to the surface, making for a continuity as seamless -- though fluctuating -- as the pattern on the cover art.

Two Fold - Part 1


Search results come up with: "(Elec)t(r)onic."

I think I just like pianos. I think I just like lots of things going on at once. I think I just like music that synthesizes its elements without me noticing. Two Fold treats every moment with the awe and wonderment it deserves, and a lot of this feels like the most self-aware dubstep i've ever heard (The Schism's bass-drops seem, in a way, like an exercise in restraint; never do they devolve into curdled and muddied fuck-abouts). The transitions are seamless; indeed, Dichotomy (Soft Mix) ironically keeps the dichotomy concealed, and the production leaves so much room for me to swim around in.

Alpe Lusia

Deep House.

Search results come up with: "The front door."

So this is what deep house sounds like. I could do much, much worse as far as entry points go. Alpe Lusia is pleasant and lovely and all those things, but it has a wry sense of humour to it which evokes a weird kind of self-awareness. Pressing Plant is cutesy and coy until it's smothered by an ominous drone half-way through, and then when it reverts back to that pulsating beat, something is off, like there's loose nuts and bolts rattling away inside the box. But Stimming rounds off the edges to these compositions so as to keep up appearances; here are stunning and profound (one might say 'deep') house pieces that still somehow shake and rattle at their core, and this record is intoxicating for the fact.

Ultimate Care II

Musique Concrete/IDM.

Search results come up with: "Dirty laundry."

I thought I was in for an album with a minimalist cynosure, but Ultimate Care II is unsettling in its density and scatterbrained nature. So, as soon as that spin cycle introduction made its first revolutions I googled this record's origins, discovering that -- in fact -- this is "experimental" music in the most pure sense. It's a dance record for people with childlike imaginations -- for people who start tapping their feet to the sound of a jammed printer, and for people who twist ideas into gifts. Mainly I'm just upset that Matmos have structured a record around a washing machine when I can't even write one with actual instruments but like i'm okay guys it's fine hahah nah i'm good.

21Voices From The Lake
Voices From The Lake

Ambient Techno.

Search results come up with: "Lenticular printing."

I swear I can feel this progress and change but I will never be able to tell you when it happens. Even the transition from Iyo to Vega -- which, as I'm only just noticing on my third listen -- is heralded by a jittery, syncopated kick drum, seems to slip into the scene like an unnoticed late arrival. Like water, this record takes the shape of wherever it is contained; right now it's morphed into a dark and cavernous room, kicking up sparks in a fireplace that hasn't been used since before I was born, breathing life behind the eyes of the portrait hanging up on the wall. Lovely.

22David Sylvian

Ambient/Glitch/Free Improv.

Search results come up with: "The neurotic narrator and the post-post-apocalyptic landscape."

Vocal driven glitch/improv is such a niche, it seems, that I never even considered its existence, and so -- right from the start -- this was alien and eerie. The constantly reverberating synths and the distant explosions of guitar are the perfect backdrop for Sylvian's despondent soliloquys, detailing a marriage dissolving in the same way his compositions do: slowly, falling further away from the source, falling "outside of her", as it were. This is improvised in the purest sense: the guitar in The Good Son is so wonderfully wrong, and everywhere the melodies are slippery and intangible. But that quality, conflated with the abstract sadness that graces the runtime, lends to this a very raw feeling, holding up a cracked and dirty mirror to Sylvian's marital decay.

8.1/10, but I can see this growing as I come to understand it more.


Search results come up with: "Just because."

It's a testament to the rest of this list that this is getting a relatively low score, because, truth be told, it's fun as fuck. I doubt this thing means anything but a chance to dance the dust off your soles, but it should be that way. The bass falls heavy to the floor and the synths pinball around with the appropriate amount of childish exuberance, especially on cuts like NIGHT FLIGHT. On another day, accompanying another scene, this could reach into deep eight territory, but right now I'm content with the score. I guess I've found the only triangle in the world without a point.

24Burger / Ink
Las Vegas

Ambient/Dub Techno.

Search results come up with: "He's behind me, isn't he?"

Maybe it's a scattered and naive mind that ties these two threads together, but Las Vegas seems to do what Vocalcity sets out to: it's a fleet-flooted yet patient piece of work that graces moon-drenched highway roads as if that alone was what it was created for. There's a muted kind of quality that pervades this record, blanketing the rhythm section (see: Milk and Honey). In turn, the atmosphere is one that creeps up without remark or scene, before anchoring itself in a rather contemplative state-of-mind. It is, I guess, a good soundtrack to the existential questions that find their entry point the minute you decide to try and sleep.

25Pan Sonic
Kesto (234:48:4)

Power Noise/Minimal Techno.

Search results come up with: "Merciless."

I couldn't finish this whole. It's long, clanging, overbearing; so much so that the quietest moments made me the most nervous -- for what might be skulking around the corner, behind the lone sparkler of Riimu? the spit and stammer of Keskeisvoima? But of course this is an exercise in endurance; endurance I don't have, mind you, but it's this kind of music that becomes the most rewarding the more time passes. Every sitting, I feel my immunity building up: proof that, for every time Linjat's minimalist landscape of sine waves (?) stretches your patience, the more patient you actually become. I wouldn't call this a grower; it's filled the space it's been allocated already, but I would call it a challenger -- rearing its head in unexpected places to question the partitions between enjoyment and conditioning.

Started around 5.5, now more a 7. Possible updates to come.

French House.

Search results come up with: "The cocktail bar is just by the altar."

What better way to establish your purview than with a track like Genesis. It sets the framework here nicely: the power-pop piano chords, the bold declarations in the form of compressed, shooting-star synthlines, and everything is anchored down by that bass-snare-bass-snare pattern. The whole record seems to stretch simple formulas to their batshit limits; underneath the insanity that Newjack presents, you can hear the jazzy 7th chords and considered beatwork from whence the chaos came, and it's how -- I presume -- this album can weather the course between the bedroom and the club floor with relative ease. Jams hard.

27The Field
From Here We Go Sublime

Minimal Techno.
28DJ Sprinkles
Midtown 120 Blues

Deep House.
29DJ Purple Image

30Derrick May

31Arsene Souffriau
experiences BIMES

Musique Concrete/Electro-Acoustic/Electronic.

Minimal Techno.

atmospheric drum n bass
33Son Lux
At War With Walls And Mazes

Trip Hop.
34Prefuse 73
Vocal Studies + Uprock Narratives

Glitch Hop.
35Lilacs and Champagne
Danish and Blue

Caiman. (subgenre pending.)

37Metro Area
Metro Area

Hurry Up, We're Dreaming

"Plebtronica" (lol).
Endless Fantasy

ZtD (fka DNS).
40 Gui Boratto

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