Chok Rock - Big City Loser
Жанр: IDM/Abstract/Electro/Glitch-Hop || Страна: France || Год выпуска: 2005 || Label: Warp Records || Catalogue#: WAP 188 CD || Аудио кодек: MP3 || Тип рипа: tracks || Битрейт аудио: 320 kbps || Продолжительность: 00:28:08
Трэклист:
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01. Give It Up (12:05)
02. Buzz (5:09)
03. Happy Man (5:43)
04. Take A Plane (5:13)
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Доп. информация:
Now Warp reissues the debut from Chok Rock, a Parisian glitch-hop unit that was discovered by a !!! band member at the Rough Trade record shop in London. Chok Rock materialized when Gael Baillier, a hard-lucked sound design businessman and guitarist, crashed into a few ships in the night: singer Camille Bazbaz (who calls their sound, "A futuristic dampness impregnated with sex"), guitarist Cyril Kebellian, and visual artist Check Morris. They released their debut, Big City Loser on tiny label Chateau Rouge that went largely unnoticed until !!! passed along their record to the band's European label, Warp. Chok Rock certainly finds good company on that label as a few of their songs might be mistaken for Prefuse 73 B-sides and Big City Loser's cover art of jumbled scrapbook imagery resembles that of Extinguished: Outtakes.
Still, these Parisians burn their fingerprints on the stereo. Opener, "Give It Up" is a near 15-minute robo-funk track that vaguely recalls Akufen with its micro-edited synths and R&B; croons. Midway through, a cloud of guitar steam breaks in to blow away leaves on the sidewalk. It's been said before, but it's a moment of old-fashioned music made seemingly new again with the right digital gloss. "Buzz" continues the electro element with higher calorie bassline, gnarlier guitarwork, and a stiffer groove that twitches shoulders, along with a sample of Beastie Boy King Ad Rock reminding everyone for the nth time, "Ohmygod, that's the funky shit!" "Happy Man" is more striking for announcing itself with a scream disintegrated in DSP fuzz before letting a George Clinton-like ladykiller croon through a CB radio on sprung ankle, crunk beats. And then there is the closer, "Take a Plane", where a bluesy, Sunday picnic jaunt with hookah-smoked flute is disrupted by editing mistakes and a looming UFO synth surveying the battlefield.
