
Raw & uncompromising – Dimi Angélis on Mord.

Triple pack by the long running Alexander Kowalski, containing 13 tracks on Mord Records.

Pinball machine streets. Teen Age Future. Molotov Cocktails. Terminal electric voices. Unimaginable disaster.

Obsidian mornings, sniffing quivering needs. Dawn keeps falling, entraps me as before, But from thy solitary grace Thou comest now no more.

Anom Valley follows Damcase’s recent outing on Bunker and positions the Greek producer as a leading light in hard techno. There is a rough, raw feel throughout this release for Bas Mooy’s label; “Delete Scene” is mired in distorted kicks and noisy, barb wire percussion and both “Rusty” and “Towards Them” resound to titanium-powered steel drums. “Interlogon” is probably the most extreme track, thanks to its grisly, punishing rhythm, but Damcase also has a funkier side. He showcases this on “Rn 45” and “X Gun”, where hypnotic electronic pulses, although encased in weeping layers of white noise, see him get his groove on.

Snakes are Poor Denizens of Hell
Have come surreptitioning
Through the tall grass
To face the pool of clear frogs

Fashions and trends may come and go, but Roger Semstroth aka Sleeparchive’s adherence to hypnotic underground techno remains a constant. The intense flurry of bleeps, blips and grimy pulses of “Senza Titolo 1” flow through the speakers. It’s followed by the second “Titolo”, where Semsroth brings up the tempo and adds in some hammering drums. The third instalment marks a divergence of sorts with its blasts of noise and visceral rhythm bearing echoes of Rob Hood, but it’s only a temporary divergence and the fourth track is locked-on techno purism at its finest.

Exium add another label to their bulging discography via a debut on the similarly impressive Mord. Plenty of robust, thrusting floor-fillers.

Doing their own thing with a host of less-familiar names, Mord has worked tirelessly over the past couple of years to establish a distinct sound within more techno-minded realms. Charlton returns with a second release for the label that brings a range of moods to bear on his looped-up style, kicking off with the Robert Hood-isms of “Vulnerable” with its nervous cyclical chimes, before “Stand Behind A Line” burrows a little deeper into throbbing machine rhythms with acid overtones thrown in for good measure. “Unforgiven” opens things up with a mammoth, distorted square wave synth line that flinches not once in its quest to devastate the dance. “Simple” thing brings some 303 action back into the mix but balances it out with a dense base layer of industrial grunge to make for a nice and dirty ass-shaker.