Dub techno, there’s a lot of it about. And it all sounds the same innit. You can’t dance to it either, and it really needs to make its mind up. Is it a chin stroker’s delight, or a more visceral experience? It’s definitely true that the template is well-worn and there are few surprises. So it’s down to the skill of the artist to capture the moment and to project something, anything, onto the cosmic void that is the sonic abyss. This record doesn’t depart that much from the blueprint, but the production is so on point, and the strength of sound so solid, that once you’re in its grip, there’s no escape. I have almost identical tracks to this, but none of them sound quite as good. I love texture, and no where in techno is texture as tactile as in its dubby offshoot. Call me kinaesthetic, but I can feel these tunes as well as hear them. Obviously Maurizio is the don and the man for the big room hypnotic experience, (has to be in the hands of a skilled DJ though); but this sweeping piece of grandeur is up there as well.
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