Review: Workshop dude Even Tuell enters the Hula Vortex on his belated return to the Musik Krause imprint, with three tracks of finely crafted house music. Opening track "Mental Marathon" is aptly titled, sprawling its way across the A Side and operating at a subaqueous level, drawing out scratchy metallic tones and bubbling analogue textures. "A Close Dancin" utilises clinical usage of robotic vocals amidst an impressive melange of Detroit influenced sound design. There's an indefinable scratchy sound present throughout that sounds like a gremlin trying (and failing) to escape the mainframe. The overarching sense of unease continues with "Planet Ape" (raw mix), all off kilter programming and dull bass lines over the constant hum and buzz of dystopian atmosphere that simmers back and forth into focus.
Review: The musical spirit of even Tuell aka Paul David Rollmann was already enlightened upon in the history of cosmos from "Out To Lunch"/Rand Music and Low-Tech. Regulars already know that he crafts traditional encompassing the realm of sound research. An unusual sound, dark and distinct finding the light at the end of the tunnel. A Subtle melting into enticing sound goods, human beings are stirred into compulsive undulation. With him, it is about the musically developed "Net Earrings" from fresh and remarkable wares. All realized without seeming forced or overdone. Engaged in spirit is Metaboman. One half of the Krause Duo (recently without the NR.2). Fashioning musical creations with diverse musicians on such implements as rhodes, drums, winds and horns, percussion etc. Thus, more life is breathed into electronic music on the live stage. The tracks for the B-side are also experienced live on stage along with assets from the well-known Blue Note Jazz Label's studio. "Control A Zoid" is absolutely in the basement where the door is always cracked just a little, so that just a little sun drenched daylight can shine through. The hope of weightlessness flashes in the darkness. "Tube Dive" is understated devotion to all the utensils needed for the dance floor. This is for the later hours, when the joints just go all out! "Go Go Go" is an endless monster groove with such an embedded bass thump, that the feet should alternatively fly over the floor slippin' and a sliding. The foregoing is gathered from a spirituality that searches for its match. A union of acoustic instruments which quenches the thirst resulting from the intense sweating that, this track makes happen out of the rhythm. Three times pure earthen deepness, which sensibly draws out a maximum degree of forward movement, thereby the irresistible dance mutates into a prayer. Even ardent hard-line atheists willingly give themselves as sacrifices, and all with a smile. A cul-de-sac for electronic music with club character will never last as long as such ejaculation of the club scene stays fertile.
Review: Metaboman made his name as part of Krause Duo, a German live/DJ partnership that bizarrely blurred the boundaries between house, techno and hip-hop style MPC improvisation. Here he goes solo, delivering a debut album that neatly showcases his inimitable "Schrouse and Traschno" sound. In practice, that means a fuzzy, sweaty mix of feverish low-end bounce (see the seriously bassy "Kontrapiffle" and "Bibbig"), trip-hop techno (the semi-organic "Rauber"), skewed electronica ("East"), woozy party fodder ("Hot Shit", "Dubbyone", "Yokotono") and quirky vocal jams ("Wonderboy"). Oh, and some sleazy midtempo drug-chug with added sax ("Ultrakurper").