Various Artists
Shadow: Hard Sessions
[Shadow]
Rating: 3.9
Label samplers have a long history of pissing me off. And Hard Sessions
isn't working very hard to restore my faith, despite its extremely affordable
price tag. We're in a shit state if we're now obliged to pay to be marketed
to. 85% of my daily newspaper is advertising, and a third of each primetime
hour on television pushes Acura, Checkers and AAMCO; can it really be good for
us to shell out money for blatant promotional items?
You'd have a difficult time convincing me that label samplers aren't just as
annoying as inserts in magazines, or Goodyear blimps buzzing over tranquil
North Carolina beaches. Ideally, record companies should use such ancillary
opportunities as samplers to more widely distribute the holy-grail remixes
that are sent only to privileged, market-forming DJs. One Little Indian was
gracious in this regard when they released Björk's The Best Mixes from the
Debut (For All the People Who Don't Buy White Labels); Six Degrees recently
offered up Motion, a mostly superb collection of highly desirable
unavailables; even the high-rolling hip-hop indie label Rawkus has dished out,
with no expectation of recompense, Raw Materials to showcase their new
joints.
But Shadow Records, known for their cheekiness, have decided to make me pay
for album tracks. There is, to the furthest extent of my research, nothing
exclusive on Hard Sessions. And the music itself is that type of
vicious hate-fuck techno and drum-n-bass that's so uninviting to anyone not
into that malignant scene.
None of the ten tracks compiled makes any concession to humanity, to grace,
wit, or to originality. These are the Grand Guignol dreams of boys who think
machines are inherently evil, conspiring to sodomize us with eighteen-inch
titanium-barbed dildos. Aren't we beyond such adolescent insecurities? This
was the lesson of Jake Mandell's Love Songs for Machines. But alas,
Hanna, Illform, and, to a lesser extent, Dietrich Schoenemann, perpetuate
sadistic noise for the sake of cheap, ultimately unsatisfying thrills.
Magnetic, (aka junglist David Harrow in laptop mode), provides two lint-free
precision die-cuts of digital drum-n-bass which would pass by unnoticed in any
other surrounding. Dietrich Schoenemann exhibits his tribalistic take on
Cologne mech-funk in "Dark Sight," and references the opening stellar strains
of the original "Star Trek" theme on the barrage called "Autumn Ground."
But boldly going where no one has gone before these artists sadly are not.
Droid's two contributions, lifted from their charmless and indulgent NYC
D&B; album, speak volumes of the trio's inability to get beyond the idea of
their band by fusing Jon Hassell-style treated-trumpet jazz with grim drum
machine hyperkinetics. That Ben Neill and Nils Petter Molvær have long since
mined all the textures and permutations possible in this fusion escapes
Droid. Even their chosen moniker signals their banality.
Shadow have an opportunity to publicize the talent in their company. Whoever
proposed and secured the licensing deal with the Jimpster's Freerange label
(the imprint that originally released Marasma's thrilling Signals LP)
should be given the opportunity to scour the tiny labels of the world and
compile a pan-genre compilation. Marketing departments must realize that in
this age of MP3 file-sharing, we're hardly likely to dole out cash for stuff
we can get for free, unless that stuff is unique, rare, and-- bottom-line--
good. Hard Sessions has only persuaded me to look out for Dietrich
Schoenemann's full-length in the used bins. And the shiny ooh-I'm-out-my-gourd
hologram cover-art hardly counts as an inducement, either.
-Paul Cooper