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TRESOR 325EP
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As the z-axis of our planet tilts away, and a gulf of dusty earth, air and searing fire is revealed before us, Minimal Violence holds an unflinching stare, unveiling Phase Three in an act of pure psychic release. Consecutive of the destruction of Phase One (TRESOR 317EP) and the restructuring of Phase Two (TRESOR 317EP) it only seems appropriate that the third phase of the series finds the project reaching a state of transcendence and transition as it also aligns with the shift from a duo to the solo venture of Ash Luk following the departure of co-founder Lida P. This third EP of the DESTROY ---> [physical] REALITY [psychic] <--- TRUST series launches straight into the 145 bpm stomper Flatline. It is a track founded by a family spirit, with lyrics co-written with Luk's mother and their stepfather Mad Johnny on vocals and guitar. It draws a hoarse chant of passion, "... nothing matters ... I still love you ... resuscitation ... resurrection ..." in answer to arching melodic euphoria. "Cold (sex)" follows down a scorched earth driveway into distorted whistles, detuned melodies and some of the best sequencer abuse out there. "We Suffocate on the Violence of Light" reveals perhaps the finest expedition so far in Minimal Violence's particular vein of acid-singed euphoric trance. Its synths smeared and merged unholy, where the drums meddle with the tensions between drum and bass and nail to the ground four to the floor rhythm. "Focus On That Form" pummels hard within a deep noise volley, scratching hard to rid its environments of any longer lasting luster. As ever, the transformative sound of Minimal Violence emerges deep from fire. Denying any uncertain embers an escape route, Luk casts anew from a seemingly unending source of unique energy. "Flatline" features Mad Johnny.
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TRESOR 322EP
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Minimal Violence return to Tresor Records with Phase Two of their DESTROY ---> [physical] REALITY [psychic] <--- TRUST series. This five-track 12" kicks off straight into the dust storm of "Dreams for Sale", a Lynchian trip through explosive breakbeat manipulation, sirens and cries deep into the abyss. True to form, Ashlee Luk and Lika P harness raw tensions and lock into the flow on "Mankind". An EBM monster, its bass sequences lay writhing non-stop, over a beat in full propulsion. Drawing to a close, the kick drum falls out leaving a suspended room full of action. The Canadian duo then follows up with the sensational Hard Delivery, a 175bpm hi-NRG gabber barrage. Smeared synths hint at a melody, like a pair of pitched-up foghorns beaten down in a harsh rhythm world, as disfigured barks amp up the pressure. "Prey Drive" is the straightest techno track, its industrial bassline a cornerstone to grip onto, as its elements pile in on top. Closing track "1992" wears its identity on its sleeve, a pure rave track inspired by the early '90s sound. Distorted drums and synthesized strings coat a gnarled breakbeat with paranoid malice. Sounding like nothing else right now, its influences are chewed-up and spat-out. There is no sound capable of sitting still, just a mutant sonic environment of destructive movement. 180 gram vinyl; includes download code.
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TRESOR 317EP
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Tresor welcome Minimal Violence to the label, starting with the first chapter in a series of three records entitled DESTROY ---> [physical] REALITY [psychic] <--- TRUST. At the furthest edges of their idiosyncratic brand of ferocious hardware techno, this first EP, Phase One, reveals the Vancouver duo to be expertly out on a limb. Mirroring the explosive cut and thrust of their live sets, their recorded output extends a metaphysical rave. Throughout, Ash Luk and Lida P cut their cinematic melodies into a clattering rave hole, unceasingly revising the gravitational pull in each direction. "Ravebomb" finds a route of no-nonsense with its unhinged endorphin rush of surging EBM style bass and rough-handed rhythms. It is followed up by an alternate version of "Ravebomb", the "Fire Mix", which casts its elements into a heady psychoactive cloud on a collision course with its kick drum. Glimpses of a rhythmic waywardness coat "Perfect Rendition", full of tape tics and wobble, with a push to '90s UK, beat experimentations and the pull of arching hookworms. Closing out the EP is "The Next Screen Is Death", with a dystopian '80s wave sound, where short snippets of sampled mush imbue disturbed synth stabs, while arpeggiated basses drive with momentum a feverous descent in tandem with trance-echoing melodies.
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