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01. CLOUDS - (9600) 1991 UB
02. CLOUDS - Gothic
03. CLOUDS - Future 1
04. CLOUDS - GX 339-4/V821 Ara (About 15000)
05. CLOUDS - Roche Lobe (System)
06. CLOUDS - Uiqwenmokdan
07. CLOUDS - Modular Scarf
08. CLOUDS - The Rights of Artificial Life Form
01. CLOUDS - Skeleton Island
02. CLOUDS - Khevsurian
03. CLOUDS - Future 2
04. CLOUDS - Uondapaturu
05. CLOUDS - Topless Female Nudity
06. CLOUDS - Gothic North
ARTIST
TITLE
Ghost Systems Rave
FORMAT
2LP

LABEL
CATALOG #
TURBO 037LP TURBO 037LP
GENRE
RELEASE DATE
7/23/2013

Just a few years into their career, Clouds have already been playlisted and supported by some of the most respected heavyweights in electronic music. These Scottish prodigies have already developed a sound that has made fans out of Richie Hawtin, The Chemical Brothers, Marcel Dettmann, Michael Mayer, Sven Väth, Chris Liebing, Boys Noize, and Martin Gore -- a cross-section that reflects the range, quality and inventiveness of their music. All this attention through a rapid-fire succession of four singles on Tiga's Turbo Recordings. But these were mere club bombs: now the kids have grown up. Turbo presents their debut album -- Ghost Systems Rave -- an immersive 14-track journey into the heart of techno's future. This record should put Clouds in the ranks of the elite UK techno vanguard. Comparisons to the work of Blawan, Zomby, and Actress are justifiable and inevitable. What is critical -- and hopefully obvious to the careful listener -- is that none of this is derivative. That these connections will be made simply speaks to the level of artistry on display, as opposed to any specific tricks, sounds or motifs. Wherever they try their hand, they find an original way forward. For instance, when they take on hardcore on the awesome "Future 1" and "Future 2," it is their own private resurrection of the spirit nexus heyday of early '90s UK jungle and techno, a historic time that also literally birthed both Liam and Calum. This is the sound of rave's undertow, dredging up toxic grit and grime, as well as beautiful shards and glimmers. Almost nothing on this record is obvious. The melodies never resolve. The vocals are consistently unintelligible. The drums are at once dirty, punchy, and repetitive, but never too abrasive to put you off. The bass growls. Textures breathe, brush, grate and glisten. Everything sounds as though it exists in an alien world of impossible dimensions, complete with its own physics, logic and secrets. This record is more than fully-formed. It's perfect. Made in a few weeks of total isolation in a barn in Scotland by two kids with a laptop and total conviction. Includes mp3 download code.