Label: Caipirinha Format: CD
Datach’i sounds like a deranged child given a selection of technology, old and new, to play with, abuse, and generally mess up sound with. From the get-go, it’s a stream of blurting noise, scrawled low-end mania and samples to reinforce the infantile world of an unsatisfied toddler (on PCP?) – who has heard that they now know their ABC, but are as happy with the concept of deconstruction as much as the musically anal stage of throwing excreted noise around the gaff.
10110101 (Rec+Play) veers from the (relatively) gentle aspects of toy breakbeat melodies such as the seemingly cheesy “Leonard Park” off the scale into scuzzy (SCSI?) noise workouts like the two versions of “VCR Powered Carcass” (another name to add to the roll of great song titles) on the album – which go to show that the value of excessive phase, flange and distortion, liberally applied, can make a pretty little racket in conjunction with a jittery hand on the sequencer controls. Oh yes, Datach’i is one for the gratuitously extended noise phrase as much as for the slyly beguiling ditty – and has the thoroughgoing desire to torture small listeners for as long as they can stand the echoing thrash of digital feedback on their eardrums.
There’s free Jazz, Squarepusher-style too, riot beats aplenty and fizzing trails of audio detritus – this is the kind of record which makes for either instant hatred or joyous revelling in its dementia – but on the whole quite difficult to ignore. The sneakily bouncy moments like “Take Off Your Face” are actually as twisted as the random savagery of the full-tilt blasts; they just hammer at a different aspect of what exactly is acceptable as music. This is one of those albums which can become an endurance test at some times, but makes head-twisting sense at others; and should obviously be played very loud.
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