Available on: The Agriculture mix CD
Dub-techno is a strange beast. Its dogmatic reduction to the simplest of elements, and the massage and manipulation thereof, is capable of inspiring obsession among the Hard Wax pilgrims while leaving many cold. Its influence, however, is undeniable and more pronounced than ever with recent dialogues between dubstep and techno in the work of Scuba, xxxy, 2562 and the rest shaping some of the more interesting recent developments in electronic music. The perfect time then, for Montrealâs Deadbeat to provide an mix CD overview of the genre; to showcase its pioneers as well as its contemporary permutations.
As testament to the soundâs minimalist imperative, Radio Rothko begins in low key fashion with Deadbeatâs own âAs We Conquerâ and Deepchordâs âGrandbendâ layering wisps of ambient sound with refracted synths as cold and translucent as frost on metal. Fittingy, itâs Basic Channelâs âQuadrant Dubâ that locks the groove in place, those vacillating keys and cavernous reverb â so evocative of Berlinâs empty spaces â going on to form the basic vocabulary for every record on here.
The fact that from these building blocks arise radically different interpretations is testament to the genreâs propensity towards renewal. Deadbeat has created a web of subtle mood shifts, from the metallic drum rolls of Marco Furstenburgâs âSite 312â which seep into the rolling minimalism of Monolakeâs âStaticâ, to the way the mixâs hypnotic ebb and flow is stemmed by 2562âs âReduxâ.
Here that recordâs crawling, stepping pace cleaves away any residual clutter of technoâs driving imperative by providing a moment of stasis, allowing the sparse clicks and chords to swim in its echo chamber. It also marks the beginning of one of Radio Rothkoâs best sections, followed by the industrialised abstraction of Monolakeâs âSepiaâ before culminating in the unreconstructed dub-reggae licks of Rhythm & Soundâs âMango Driveâ.
Listening to this CD, you get the impression that Deadbeat is going to great effort to craft a mix that feels dynamic in response to the almost dry, historical import that has since been loaded onto dub-techno. A sort of proof that the genre neednât be fenced off by purists, that its immediacy shouldnât be dulled by its opacity and depth.
The choice to end the mix with the straightforward, red-eyed Berghain whoop and punch of Deadbeatâs âDeep Structureâ re-establishes Rothkoâs forward momentum, suggesting dub-technoâs course is long from exhausted and that its continual impact is rooted in its relevance to the here and now.
Louise Brailey