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Album Review: † - Justice


Potentially the years most anticipated LP so far it seems that, aside from the slightly inevitable cries of 'sellout' that greeted D.A.N.C.E, Justice and their Ed Banger cohorts can do no wrong. Can they keep the pressure on for a whole album? Read on to find out...

So how do a bunch of thrash metal fans that create electronic music kick off an album? Well given that they call themselves Justice and their album is called, simply, (pronounced 'cross'), it comes as little surprise that things start with an opening track entitled 'Genesis'. From the very outset sounds like it is determined to destroy your soundsystem and possibly whatever fragile friendship you have with your neighbours, throwing out nasty basslines and pounding drums - this cries out to be played loudly in the car.

'Let There Be Light' continues the theme before distortion gives way to those funky shouting kids on 'D.A.N.C.E', which provides the natural relief one would expect - a sun ray through the clouds, it continues to sound as commercial and damn catchy as ever, but benefits even more from its context on , the guilty pleasure you'll want to flip straight back to after the album closes.

The Daft Punk influences are never far from view, as demonstrated by 'New Jack', a distorted yet funky freak-out with cut-up vocals. Those familiar with Ed Banger Records' label compilation Ed Rec 2 will know what to expect from 'Phantom Part I', another instrumental distorted funk-fueled breakdown that gradually sounds like it is falling apart until it comes back to life in the form of 'Phantom Part II', a phoenix from the flames that ups the funk with some strings and a little more space.

'Valentine' is exactly the type of slightly camp French electro-wizardry one would expect of Daft Punk, almost reminiscent of 'Veridis Quo' from their one Discovery album. 'The Party' introduces the absolutely wonderful Uffie to the masses. It's fun, adorable and possibly the first thing that Uffie's lent her vocals to that could actually get played on the radio. In fact 'The Party' could just be the laid back sound of the summer and like 'D.A.N.C.E' it acts as a natural counterpoint to the rest of the album.

'DVNO' is fresh filtered vocal house that sounds like the sort of thing Daft Punk should be doing. Again, it's relatively commercial and radio friendly yet retains a spiky enough edge to keep the fans happy.

's closing quarter kicks off with 'Stress', sounding like a hand grenade to the face. Huge whirling synths encircle strings whilst the basslines build to the point of spontaneous combustion, at which point the sirens kicks off. 'Stress' is the realization of all of Justice's experiments in downright nasty distortion and as potentially the biggest dancefloor record here it will tear the roof of any club that plays it. You have been warned.

Former single, 'Waters of Nazareth' keeps the volume levels up with its trademark filthy cut-up bassline. In retrospect 'Waters of Nazareth' pretty much sounds like a mission plan for this album, a watershed from the slightly thin sounding (now at least) 'Never Be Alone' (which doesn't appear here). Things draw to a close with the surprisingly down-tempo 'One Minute To Midnight', a nice chunky bass workout that sounds like it wants to be a gansta rap metal record.

may disappoint some people. It isn't quite as nose-bleed inducing as it could be and there are several rather commercial tracks. BlackPlastic argues that this is no bad thing - if anyone can shake up pop music a little bit it's the Ed Banger crew. We need Uffie on MTV and we need SebAstian remixing Girls Aloud and this record just might help to achieve that. What's more, as a whole is a killer album with some skull-rupturing climaxes and has done what Daft Punk have been unable to in two albums. When it's in full swing is so epic it feels like giving birth to He-Man.

On a related note the video for 'D.A.N.C.E' is on YouTube and is rather awesome. Take a look:

Album Review: BUGGEDOut! Presents Suck My Deck - Suck My Deck


In a revamped re-launch Bugged Out reprise their rather ace Suck My Deck series with a set from everybody's new favourite electro rave duo, Simian Mobile Disco.

This latest Suck My Deck consists of a considerably more varied take on things than both Ivan Smagghe's or Damian Lazarus' and is more approachable as a result. Things kick off with Joakim's 'Drumtrax', taken from his excellent Monsters & Silly Songs long-player, it's a slow, somewhat restrained start to an album that is anything but elsewhere.

Liasons Dangereuses and Fast Eddie are thrown into the mix to provide prove a bit of retro savvy, contributing spikey post-punk and hip-house respectively, but for the most part this is recent stuff. Simian Mobile Disco's 'It's The Beat' gets things really going - you quite possibly know it but if you don't the album's almost worth buying for this alone, building from a hip-techno start into something much more melodic when the synths kick in - it's cold, melancholic and awesome. It sounds like the surface of another planet and it just might make the hairs on your neck stand up.

The somewhat minimal yet arse-shakingly funky 'The Madness of Moths' by Vincent Markowski builds into Holden's unapologetic 'Idiot', who proves yet again that he'll be damned if he's going to be contrained by anything as conservative as a genre. If you've not heard 'Idiot' it sounds like a Atari 2600 knocking you out cold with a lump of acid before running off with your car, girlfriend and career. It's ALIVE.

In a move that makes it sound like they were born to be together, SMD gentle massage 'Idiot' into Sebastian's 'Walkman', here pitched up considerably to turn it into something even more ferocious. You can tell you've arrived when you get an article in The Guardian's Guide - 2007 is going to be Ed Banger's year so you better get used this this in your face brand of French distorted house. Not that that should represent a problem - it's fucking awesome after all.

More French craziness comes in the form of Riton's mix of Para One's Midnight Swim. With the help of Switch's midas touch Ms. Thing's Love Guide successfully mixes ragga and dance hall with cranium crushing techno. Simian then go on to utterly destroy the Klaxon's Magick, reducing it to its core elements and reverse engineering nu-rave into a series of vocal cuts and stabbing synths. It's big, very loud, very clever and guaranteed to please almost any dancefloor in the country right now.

Moving into Suck My Deck's closing section, Alter Ego make Partial Arts' 'Trauermusik' somewhat less minimal with their fairly typical yet totally enjoyable squeaky acid. Kerowack's 'Naf Monk' sounds like it was literally created to kill anyone that listened to it and from this comes last-track but one, LFO's 'Freak'. Again, you probably know it, if you don't it's a cut-up mess of acid chaos that those around you will try and tell you isn't even music. Ignore them and play this loudly. Things are brought to a close proper with the eerie, Lynchian 'Love Without Sound' by The White Noise.

They also make it sound too easy, but in the form of Suck My Deck Simian Mobile Disco have created what BlackPlastic would argue is currently 2007's best mix album. It cares little for genre and absolutely nothing at all for the state of your ears but it is utterly glorious all the same. Here's hoping there's a shorter wait for the next Suck My Deck album, and that SMD's forthcoming artist album lives up to the building hype.

Single Review: Justice - D.A.N.C.E


Everyone loves Justice right? Right... So it's with great joy that BlackPlastic tucks into their forthcoming EP, D.A.N.C.E.

'D.A.N.C.E' is fairly typical Justice with a huge dollop of summer on the side. Chirpy vocals encourage you to "Do the dance" whilst a thick bass line keeps things moving along and some strings try and sound like 'Strings of Life'. It's good, and you know that the Justice long-player will be great. Everyone in the world seems to be loving D.A.N.C.E in fact - just take a look at some of the blogs.

However, just when you think things couldn't get anymore Daft Punk B.E.A.T turns up on the flip side and, holy crap, does this sound like the bastard love child of Daft Punk and the Go! Team?! Essentially B.E.A.T is a re-tooled version of D.A.N.C.E, with absolutely massive Daft Punk bass lines, ridiculous filtered disco bits, massive join-in, "what fucking 80s song did they come from?!" Go! Team style vox and a huge glass of sunshine.

BlackPlastic now thinks Justice and MSTRKRFT are having some sort of secret Daft Punk-off in an attempt to see who can turn into a pair of robots before selling out fastest... This isn't clever, it won't change your life. It will however give you the fucking biggest smile you've had since last summer, it will destroy the Terrace at Space if such a thing even still exists and it just might make you wonder why you need an 80gb MP3 player when this is the only song you ever need to hear again.

Check it out over at The Yellow Stereo.

Guilty Pleasure: Avril Lavigne - Girlfriend


What can be said about this other than it's an absolutely ridiculous, pop-punk re-imagining of Toni Basil's "Mickey"? Avril has obviously never represented BlackPlastic's usual choice of sound and should never, ever be enjoyed without your ironic shoes on, but damn, this is catchy.

So yeah, Avril could be my girlfriend, and she's all pissey about my current girlfriend so she's decided to construct a meaningful melody about it. And there's a rap bit which is frankly the best thing Avril's ever done - the sound of an artist saying "I don't give a fuck if you don't respect me anymore, now where are the dollars?". And if that's not punk, BlackPlastic don't know what is.

BlackPlastic even feels an empathic connection with this record. Truly.

She's like, so, whatever...

SIngle Review: Maxïmo Park - Our Velocity


Recently BlackPlastic was struck by a vision - in order to make a truly great, long-lasting pop record you need just follow one rule:

Make it sound like three records at once.

Example one: Outkast - 'Ghetto Musick'
It's obvious really, there's the stank-ing, jacking bit at the beginning. The bit about climbing out this whole. Then there's the fantastic vocal hook - "I just want you to know how I feeeeeeel..."

It's like a cut 'n' shut hip-pop record and you know you love it all the more for it. It's three choruses at once, all fighting for the honour of becoming the 'real' chorus. It's like most artist's entire best-of compilations in four minutes.

Example two: Radiohead - 'Paranoid Android'
Taking its cues from perhaps the earliest example of the phenomenon about which you read, Queen's 'Bohemian Rhapsody', 'Paranoid Android' starts all weird and disjointed before descending into a pit of weird disjointed-ness. There's the slightly scary, laid back bit at the beginning, the more scary shout-y bit in the middle with Johnny Greenwood's guitars sounding both pissed off and regal. Then there's the blissed out yet still tripped out and scary bit at the end, the sound of a gospel choir if it where made up not of a collection of singers but a collection of Thom Yorkes. Rain down on me indeed, this is the sound of nuclear fallout condensed into pop genius.

And so to our review, Maxïmo Park's 'Our Velocity'. Until recently BlackPlastic only ever seemed to hear 'Our Velocity' in a half sleep on a Saturday morning on the radio. BlackPlastic's thoughts where initially thus - "What the hell are they thinking, what's with the electronics and the fact it sounds like two songs?!"

Obviously BlackPlastic now realises if it had been fully compos mentis it would have realised the the electronic bits are freaking awesome and it actually sounds like 3.5 songs at once, not two...

Electronic waves float by whilst vocalist Paul Smith attempts to remember which bit of which song he's supposed to be on and whether he should be singing or, like, SHOUTING!!! And he's shouting and singing about, well God knows what, but it doesn't matter because a minute in and we are already somewhere else... Singing about velocity. Maybe we're singing about the song we're singing now? That would be clever, no? Oh, the electronic bits are back, but the guitars sound PISSED because they managed to carry the first album into moderate success, right?

Oh, oh, oh... Here's the other REALLY good bit... Paul's not sure who to call in the middle of the night anymore... That's a shame, but it sounds great! Woohoo! Now there seems to be another bit... Darker... "If everyone became this sensitive I wouldn't have to be so sensitive". Wise words.

Maxïmo Park's debut smacked of a band that could almost be great but needed to stop listening to Paul Weller. This record achieves that.

BlackPlastic needs a sit down.