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MH-258 Eliot Lipp - The Outside  Eliot Lipp continues his impressive retooling of analog infused electro-funk with his latest full-length, The Outside, his first for Mush Records. Techno and hip-hop in their earliest, formative stages have inspired Eliot throughout his career, and form the common thread running through the album. Slick analogue synth work and tight drum programming abound, as Eliot deconstructs his influences to create something that is both recognizable and completely futuristic. For listeners who remember a time when electronic music had a little dirt under its fingernails, The Outside will truly capture your imagination. |
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| Indelibly outsized themes sear themselves into your brain... He’s an unabashed crafter of bangers - Pitchfork / Most mature and focused and release to date - Turntable Lab / Heavy doses of gritty electro-funk that are bound to get heads nodding - Remix / Will keep you going back for more - Pop Matters |
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| The whole notion that "sound," or any combination there of, is inherently art is bullshit. A small but growing audience of music fans have, for some reason, allowed themselves to be duped into believing that music can take shape in a discordant, arrhythmic mix of sounds if you just let yourself go. I’ve actually come to this conclusion using my limited powers of deduction. My only evidence that such an audience exists is the subject of this review: Bibio’s Ovals & Emeralds EP. Stephen Wilkinson’s guitar and electronic ether sample mash up… whatever… is bleak, vague, and ultimately pointless. Perhaps it’s me. But I’ve always been the guy who sympathized with William, as he gazed deeply and intently into the 3-D Magic Eye picture. Poor, overweight William, who, when interrupted by more successful passers-by, emerged fruitless and frustrated, again and again. Such is my reaction to Ovals & Emeralds. Its abstract, lo-fi, disconnected soundscape tempts my musical id. After this handful selection of nothingness, I’d be happier listening to the mindless culture effigy currently bleeding out of any pop radio station. Rather than wince along yearning for the proverbial musical sailboat that could possibly be buried here, I’d sooner turn it off and bask in the frank, and possibly more meaningless exposition of Britney Spears or Papa Roach. - Radio Exile |
