Video: Sex War Sex Cars Sex - Ulterior

The press release for Ulterior's 'Sex War Sex Cars Sex' contains quotes that compare Ulterior to Gary Numan, Killing Joke, Suicide and Jesus & Mary Chain and judging by this single those references are pretty on the money.

The band look like they mean it in this video - this isn't the usual knowingly sly nod to the past - and on the four-minute climatic build of 'Sex War Sex Cars Sex' this sounds less like a 2010 take on early 1980s electronic industrial punk than the real thing. BlackPlastic digs it, although whether we'd want to listen to an entire album of angst-ridden electronica remains to be seen.

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Single Review: Rave On Kids - Acid Invaders

Acid Invaders' 'Rave On Kids' doesn't really require a review, because quite simply it does what it says. This is an acid assault on the senses - it's not clever but it's pretty fucking big.

So 'Rave On Kids' is the right mix of old fashioned acid application fused with wonky bass. Campy robot vocals encourage us to take a trip to New York city (is it just BlackPlastic's imagination or are stupid vocals about New York back in?) and basically this is a track to lose memories to. And quite frankly, we like that.

'You Should Have Known Better' on the flip side feels a little like revenge. If 'Rave On Kids' is simplistic good fun then 'You Should Have Known Better' is what happens when you wake up in the corner of the nightclub without your phone, wallet or keys and the sense that you missed out on something important. The title is deeply relevant - the much darker chugging acid this time dosed in guilt and uneasiness.

BlackPlastic has no idea where Acid Invaders can go from here - it pretty much feels like they just nailed the genre of their namesake - but for the moment, stick in on and forget how you got here.

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Rave On Kids is out today on Introduce Records.

Album Review: Infinite Love - Dustin Wong

Sometimes you eat the bear, and sometimes, well, he eats you. Or so says the stranger to the Dude in the Coen Brother's rather majestic The Big Lebowski.

In other words, life is bittersweet and full of surprises. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. Dustin Wong's Infinite Love feels like an album built for the days you win and the days you lose.

A concept album that calls to mind the Magnetic Fields' 69 Love Songs in reverse, Infinite Love is actually two albums. Or perhaps the same album twice. Both start the same but they diverge halfway through, giving the listener a choice of experiences. Each version of the album consists of 15 un-named 'tracks' but each of these blends into the next and are purely for navigation. Ultimately this is one piece of music, just in two versions, the 'Brother' version and the 'Sister' version.

With a continuous, instrumental approach it almost feels ambient. But it is actually pretty much all warmly strummed rhythm guitar music. Imagine if Here-Come-The-Warm-Jets-Eno bumped into Music-For-Airports-Eno and you would be halfway there. It should be impenetrable, pretentious and dull but it is anything but.

Infinite Love is a heart-warming victory lap. Dustin Wong was inspired by orchestral music on this album and it shows in the ambition and use of space - this is as exciting and experimental an album as you could expect.

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Infinite Love is out now on Thrill Jockey, available from Amazon.co.uk on CD+DVD and LP+DVD [affiliate links].

EP Review: Klavierwerke EP - James Blake

Sure, accuse us of hyperbole, but James Blake's latest EP is what genius would sound like if you distilled it down to twenty-minutes of music and then just let it be.

Nowhere is this demonstrated more confidently than on the already hyped-to-shit 'I Only Know (What I Know Now)'. What makes this record so good? It's Blake's confidence in his own conviction. He basically takes one really good idea, marinades it, lets the thing infuse for a moment and then kills it. Moby made two whole fucking albums based on old soul samples that all sound the same. Here James Blake has taken one gorgeous snippet of a vocal and simply made the best record you could out of it. And that is the genius - there is no kitchen sink here, just one idea the composer really believed in.

BlackPlastic has long held dubstep to be speed garage for people with beards and, well, it is. But then this isn't really dubstep - it's just the best things to ever come out of the dubstep scene.

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The Klavierwerke EP is out now on R&S Records, available from Amazon.co.uk on MP3.

Album Review: How To Skin A Ghost - Gypsy Death Star

If Hurts are like a bunch of eighties boy band wannabe losers - more Savage Garden than Tears For Fears - then Gypsy Death Star is the real deal. The alter ego of Wyatt Hull and Cesar Augusto, Gypsy Death Star's sound is somewhere between eighties new romanticism and modern IDM. Album opener 'Throwing Hail Marys' buzzes and sparks with throbbing bass and atmospherics. 'Wax & Wane' turns up twice, once in the form of a slow, ominous ambient piece on the 'WarriorMix' and again, closing the album as the 'Original ix', this time with more of a beat, if only just. 'Heavenly Asylum' is distorted and fractured with a fuzzy melody that veers close to sounding 8bit. The highlight has to be 'Shake Down', with its distorted guitar picking its way through the intro before the manipulated vocals insist on telling us just how bloody lovely and adorable we are. By the chorus serenade, complete with a lovely 'everybody join-in' "ooh oooooh" bit, it is a wonder the subject of the song was clearly such a bitch. Because if this is anything to go by Gypsy Death Star must be pretty lovely. And it only works because this unashamedly 'pop' moment stands in isolation on what is otherwise a short and relatively reserved album. How To Skin A Ghost feels very much like an introduction rather than the realisation of all of Gypsy Death Star's ideas and for that we should be grateful. BP x How To Skin A Ghost is out now on Earth Delivery Records, available from Amazon.co.uk on MP3 [affiliate link]. For more information on Gypsy Death Star visit the official site.