Available on: Rough Trade LP
Hendrik Weber is a special case. This Bliss, his 2007 album as Pantha du Prince is one of the last decadeâs defining records: a techno album based on a unique yin and yang relationship between driving basslines and precious melodies, crafted from piano, chimes, bells and field recordings. Few records of our generation have matched its combination of beauty and accessibility.
Itâs fitting then, that Black Noise, Panthaâs long-awaited follow-up via his new label, Rough Trade, starts with a track that could be an epilogue to This Bliss. âLay in a Shimmerâ opens with the sort of found sound youâd expect to introduce a Silver Mt Zion record; indistinct voices arguing before those familiar Pantha du Prince chimes emerge from the muffled commotion.
Until this album’s announcement, all Panthaâs records had been on Dial, the Hamburg âromantic technoâ label on which label boss Lawrence and Pantha basically perfected a mournful brand of techno where bass often takes second place to achingly beautiful melodies. What differentiates Pantha from Lawrence is that, as his name might imply, he has the ability to infuse his basslines with a malevolent growl. Lawrenceâs, in contrast, sound more like snow crunching underfoot.
The chimes of âLay in a Shimmerâ glisten against each other until a melody is naturally, almost subconsciously formed. Before you know it, Panthaâs plunged the track deep underwater where its shine gets filtered; reeds and ripples distorting its form. Itâs classic Pantha; nothing he hasnât done before, but considering that a) now heâs signed to Rough Trade heâs recording for a brand new audience, and b) for the audience who arenât new, heâs having to follow what they likely consider one of the decadeâs best techno albums, you can forgive your protagonist for opening such a daunting proposition on a relatively safe bet.
Thatâs the thing with Pantha: more so than most artists, he is a protagonist. Just look at the guy. Heâs a total fucking snow fox, and when heâs not making music he puts on art exhibitions, designs some of Dial Recordsâ sleeves, and makes furniture. If youâre not getting behind him and his quest to make the world a more beautiful place then youâre having a laugh.
There are three real peaks on Black Noise. The first is the albumâs first vocal track, âStick to my Sideâ, featuring Noah âPanda Bearâ Lennox of long-time Pantha admirers Animal Collective. Itâs here, on the albumâs fourth track, that This Blissâs malevolent basslines re-appear â itâs the first track on the album to really thud, even if that thud is still partially hidden by those gold-leafed chimes. Panda â obviously â adds another dimension to the track, and when after four minutes of being looped and filtered he gets the chance to ride the top of the mix, he does so with the quality and confidence of someone whose band is at their own peak of critical acclaim.
The second peak is âBehind the Starsâ, originally released as a single on Dial last year, and Black Noiseâs other vocal track. By far the ballsiest part of the record, it borders on being corny: I donât know what the spoken word vocal is saying, but part of me suspects itâs a relief I donât speak German, and the wide-bodied synth riff that fills up the trackâs climax is almost obnoxiously overwhelming. In fact, itâs pretty close to trance, but that doesnât have to be a bad thing. In the context of this record, more so than as a standalone single, it really works.
Between these two peaks comes the steady roll of âA Nomadâs Retreatâ. Panthaâs take on a travellinâ song, itâs more functional and less beautiful than the rest of Black Noise, but itâs pretty remarkable in its sense of movement. In fact, itâs so well done â and would mark such a good transition between âStick to my Sideâ and âBehind the Starsâ â that it renders track six, âSatellite Snyperâ, partially irrelevant. Nice sounding, sure, but still irrelevant.
After âBehind the Starsâ comes the albumâs third peak, the stunning âBohemian Forestâ. The trackâs slow build-up of pads and chimes is elementary, but the subtlety with which this long intro rolls into the arpeggio chord that becomes the trackâs focus is something else.
After âBohemian Forestâ, Black Noise begins to wind down. âWelt Am Drahtâ appears at first like a haunted version of âBohemian Forestâ; Panthaâs trademark gold and brown timbres sheeted in white mist. Given time, you start to realise that itâs perhaps the most brilliantly discreet track here, and the end credit chords of its final minute would render it a fitting end to the album.
It isn’t, of course, and weâre treated to the static-treated ambience of âIm Bannâ. Ghosts have almost completely infected Panthaâs machine at this point, and closer âEs Schneitâ, more an exercise in chamber music than techno, is Black Noiseâs funeral march.
Long-time Pantha fans will take time to gel with this record: Black Noise is so delicate in its subtlety that it takes a few listens to realise that itâs more than just This Bliss Pt. 2, and it needs to be listened to as a whole to be really appreciated. In the build up to its release, there were worries that Panthaâs trademark sound would become an albatross around his neck; instead, heâs shown that given time, he can tell new stories with this unique aesthetic, and has released almost certainly the dance â and in some ways, pop â album of the year so far.
Tom Lea