Actress, the project of England's black producer Darren Cunningham,
offered a twisted, deconstructed hybrid of house, dubstep and glitch music on
Hazyville (Werk Discs, 2008).
Cunningham indulged in the digital, thin quality of the beats, notably
in the morbidly and softly neurotic Doggin',
in the fake-melodic shuffle I Can't Forgive You.
The producer's imagination is let loose in the
hypnotic and aphasic Again The Addiction and in the
Brazilian-esque syncopation of Ivy May Gilpin, which are both
sort of virtuoso operations.
He also toys with the pounding sinister techno of Crushed and
Green Gal but that's clearly not his forte.
Unfortunately most of the second half is made of trivial loops let
spin for five or six minutes.
Splazsh (Honest Jon's, 2010) is a more ambitious work with little
The glitchy elements are much more prominents: they inject life into the
otherwise sterile and monotonous interplay of
skitting beats and bubbling electronica of Hubble.
Cunningham, in fact, borrows ideas from the avantgarde for the
industrial-grade distractions of Wrong Potion, the
musique concrete of Supreme Cunnilingus,
psychedelic distortion and warping of Casanova,
The music feels a lot more organic and "alive", and certainly less easy to
categorize: Lost mixes harsh beats, a
fragmented imploded vocal melody, a
cricket-like background radiation and minimalist repetition.
The producer is still a virtuoso of beat creation, displaying
superb skills in molding and layering beats, for example, in
Get Ohn (Fairlight Mix), an intricate vignette of
swampy polyrhythm and African jungle rhythm,
or in the sketch The Kettle Men for
sharp clangor and robotic recitation.
Far from sounding academic, Cunningham takes several breaks from the brainy
posture and delivers lightweight armchair entertainment such as
Purrple Splazsh, basically
a remix of Prince's Purple Rain,
liquid guitar-driven funk-jazz of the 1970s Let's Fly.
However, the childish keyboard motif over pulsing bass lines
of Maze reveals an
existential meditation on the coming robotic society: there is meaning (not
only method) to his madness.
Abandoning the dancefloor,
R.I.P. (2012) was his ambient, impressionistic, contemplative work,
aesthetic principle of highly-intellectual background
muzak to digital dance music. Instead of lengthy pieces, however, Cunningham,
opted for brief impressionistic vignettes, some of them too brief to generate
a lasting impression. The relaxing mood of
Ascending and Marble Plexus is what used to be played in
If loops like IWAAD, Serpent and Raven
are a bit too trivial (Cunningham's frequent weakness),
the menacing pulsing Shadow From Tartarus adds a cinematic welcome
and the digital psychelic jungle sounds of
Tree Of Knowledge are disorienting.
Vocal effects, trumpet-like wail and tribal percussion even push album's
standout Caves Of Paradise into
Jon Hassell's "fourth world" territory.
By far the most intriguing piece is the concerto for discreet noises of
It is hard to justify the self-indulgence of
Ghettoville (Beat, 2014): too many pieces are simply loops of trivial
The seven-minute Forgiven sets the pace for the most interesting idea,
halfway between industrial nightmare and psychedelic slumber.
This "acid industrial" style permeates Rims and Towers,
as well as the alien pulsating Skyline
and the foggy miasmatic bouncing Frontline, both of
which easily beat the other
two contenders for corrosive dancefloor funk music (Birdcage and Gaze).
The hissing glitch sonata Street Corp,
the disorienting deconstructed melodic carillon of Our and the
sophisticated rhythmic experiment Time
prove the poential of the artist, but here they are somewhat marginalized.
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