Album Review
FabricLive 80 – Mumdance
A maelstrom, a heaving monstrosity of noise. Static and feedback pirouette in a divinely unsettling manner, giving way to beeps and whistles and god knows what else. But it certainly isn’t music.
And it certainly isn’t a conventional way to kick off a mix CD that’s sole purpose is to channel the spirit of the longstanding club that lends it’s name to the flagship banner being flown. Sticky, sweaty dancefloors would not move to this. Around five minutes into the mix and the whirling sounds become slightly cinematic, six and a half minutes into the mix and the crescendo gives way to a dirge of clipped and sparse… well… to call them beats would be to lend them musical credibility.
The grime fuelled carnival spirit that Mumdance flirted with early in his career is unrecognisable and instead his delivered mix is a jarring and almost undanceable mess of experimental dance pushed to the very limits of its own definition. More Aphex Twin than Artful Dodger, Mumdance creates a potentially self-indulgent journey through warped sonics and time signatures that never once even considers the possibility of being a mainroom main-stay bar a last minute sprint for the finishing line over a measured and unrepentant last-ditch furore into jungle and drum ‘n’ bass.
Words at times cannot comprehend the boundaries that are being pushed.
Personally I thrive on the sounds of the outlandish, and even I find this 70 minute mix to be unnerving in a sober state of mind, any reasonable combination of pills, thrills and bellyaches would relegate this compilation to a shuddering and sickening flashback that is better best forgotten.
But this sanctioned soundscape must be fit for someone’s consumption.
Tread carefully. Move Carefully. Dance carefully.
Approach with extreme caution.
Venue: Mumdance
Support Band: Fabric