Name: New Beta Vol. 2
Brand: Powell

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Bonus disc: No

Catalogue number

DIAG 041

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Format Music US

Limited edition

Release date

2017-12-01

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Supplier US

Forced Exposure

Tax rate US

Sales:8.875

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1 / Extended format: No / LP / Rough Trade Exclusive: No / Signed copies: No

Artist

Powell

Genre US

Electronic

Label US

Diagonal

Powell loosens up and reaches out on the second New Beta playground for Diagonal, budging bones and buns in seven hot-stepping, curiously emotive permutations that swerve from Æ-style abstraction to pointillist electro-acid and a brace of mutant diskotheek breakers. As with the first volume (DIAG 038LP), he's clearly still gassed off his new hardware, resulting a nerve-jumping fizz and crack that sounds like he's jamming with fingers directly in the jack ports. Like some cyborg antagonist who can't stand to see humans plodding four-square do-si-do in the dance, Powell fractures and gels the groove in wickedly freakish exercises, increasingly finding himself attracted to near beat-less structures to give his dancers and listeners more jelly limbed options for kinaesthetic interpretation and fucking weird feels. On "PosTAe", he prangs out in sincere tribute to arch 'borgs Autechre with a hot mess of haywire modular plongs, before "Sneak 2_05" catches him cutting back to the ascetic funk of his earliest 12"s, this time sharper, serpentine, before "Rudeboy, Let's Funk" catapults us into something like a scrap between Trevor Jackson and Luke Vibert, all clipped drum clatter and acid zig-zags itching for the sweat, farts and perfume of the 'floor. "Slippy Pig" jabs the B-side into play with some of the EP's nattiest, stepping impulses drawing a line from The Normal through Ed Rush's Wormhole (1998) via The Bocaccio, then "Drumz VIP" darts like some deviant jazz-funk oddity from West London, with its dissonant flourishes making way for the febrile blatz of "Hoi!!" and the record's surprise standout in the richly colorful and dynamic phrasing of "Strobe", perhaps the smartest/goofiest iteration of Powell's new sound in circulation. RIYL: Autechre, Aphex Twin, Din A Testbild; all the best oddballs. Vinyl only -- no digital. Mastered and cut by Matt Colton.

New Beta Vol. 2

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