Maillist
Various
- Wigflex EP 2
- Format: 12" EP
- Catalogue Number: WF002
- Number of Discs: 1
- Label: Wigflex
- Release Date: 22 June 2009
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PRICE: £6.99
Wigflex EP 2
DJ and producer Spam Chop runs Nottingham’s long-established Wigflex night, making clued up ravers jump and twist to some of the weirdest, most fucked up and cutting edge electronic music around. The Wigflex ethos is essentially “keep it unpredictable (and fun)”, with a soundtrack ranging from dubstep, tech haus and techno to bleep hop, wonky bumps and, well, pretty much anything else.
That unpredictability carried over brilliantly into their warmly-welcomed first EP a couple of months ago, and continues through this new four track session. Representing the club’s pick-n-mash feel, these tunes mix a wide range of influences from within and outside of electronic dance music to create oddball anthems for ravers and relaxers alike.
Metaphi’s ‘Overhill’ is an epic collision of malfunction and melody. Imagine yourself riding a robotic dragon to a swaying drumbeat, while the volcano of bass shoots fireballs all around you. Close your eyes, open your ears, and it will all become clear. Layering and delaying synths billow in the background, Pong-era vintage TV game bleeps bounce around at random, and the bass tones make like a landslide. Try to visualize the machine that could have created that dragon and the clinical clicks that resonated through the factory as it was being assembled, and you are at ‘Now Then Boris’ by The Hizatron, armed with another home-wrecking sub-bass swell on loan from Mr Oizo to contrast it’s skinny tick-tock beats and excited display of phased bleeps. Eleven Tigers’ ‘Stood Up’ is an eight-minute shuffled technoid garage crossover, which sounds like it could be the theme tune to the Russian X-files. An irresistable rushing 2-step rhythm sets the pace, YMO-esque keyboards stab, bassline bumps like colliding planets, and a reedy synth melody reminds us that the truth is out there. Finally, the man like Taylor comes with ‘Globular’. The crisp percussion and cloud like synths conjure an image of a thousand flowers blossoming in slow motion at once, while the following 4/4 kick drum stamps them right back down into the dirt. Like Lone tackling minimal click-house while stumbling backwards over Paul Hardcastle, Taylor’s off-balance tech-funk will have the dancefloor in knots.
