Dave Congreve and Mark Rutherford’s ‘Squints’ was last year’s most arresting debut album, a real fresh take on innovative machine madness with a naturally fearless eclecticism running riot throughout. This is the second single to be taken off the album and it’s monstrous. The original is a subterranean Detroit-flavoured turbo-rampage with bass from 50.000 fathoms, vocoder bursts and nagging Drexciyan electro-twitter put through the volcanic RR blender. Andrew Weatherall was first to get on board with these two and slaps his cards and a size-able appendage on the table with the first mix to bear his name in its own right for around 15 years. Like all his good makeovers, it’s a drastically-different take on the original. First he strips the groove to old school bassline and sparse electro-pulse before homing in on the toupee-rummaging twitter and vocoder while adding dub fx and, most effectively, lonely space before the killer punch of grinding guitar, which rolls in cursing like an evil cloud. They say like minds attract and, when the results are this scrotum-throttlingly cathartic, marriages can be made in heaven too.
5 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Kris Needs
