VARIOUS ARTISTS
MACRO DUB INFECTION VOLUME 1
Virgin
Melody Maker, the ideological absolute midpoint of the 1990s
by Simon Reynolds
Before ambient, before disco, dub reggae hit upon two crucial notions: the idea that bass and drum could be the melodic foreground of music, and the idea of intermittance, of a decentered mix-scape wherein sounds morph, fluctuate, drift, disappear. Today, these once scandalous ideas are the structural principles governing all the interesting strands of modern music, pop and avant-garde.
As its
title suggests, "Macro Dub Infection" recognises and celebrates the
fact that dub's legacy's lives largest as a rogue chromosone in genres that
aren't directly descended from '70s roots reggae, mongrel genres like trip hop,
post-rock, drum & bass and ambient techno.
Compiled by Kevin Martin (from God/Ice/Techno-Animal) as a sequel to his
landmark "Isolationism" anthology, "Macro" has some
agreeable offerings from digi-dub revivalists like The Disciples, Irration
Steppas and The Rootsman, but the contributions from non-dreadlocked figures
such as Tricky, 4 Hero and Laika are far more excitingly experimental.
On the jungle
front, Spring Heel Jack and 4 Hero amply
substantiate the notion that drum & bass is cyber-dub. On Spring Heel's
"Double Edge", reverb-hazy piano chords and whispery trails of hi-hat
hurtle down echoey corridors and shafts, but at fin de millenium hyperspeed as
opposed to torpid skank-rate. Even
better is 4 Hero's "The Paranormal of Four Forms", lulling you into a
false sense of tranquility, then erupting into a pandemonium of
accelerating/decelerating breaks that zig-zag between all four corners of the
mix; breaks so heavily processed they sound like they're drummed on foil,
quartz and bed-springs. The track then
winds down into an paradisical oasis of phusion-tinged electro.
Trip hop also
comes up with the goods. Nothing like the "Maxinquaye" original, Tricky's "Ambient Pumpkin" is as barren
and queerly-lit as one of Saturn's moons;
But perhaps the most intriguing item on this remarkably consistent 2-CD comp is by the barely-classifiable post-rock unit Tortoise, who have an unusually dub-tweaked sensibility for Yanks. On "Goriri", it sounds like they caked each track on the mixing desk in sonic matter, then wiped off large swathes, leaving behind a whispering wall of spidery percussion and furtive glints and smears of mosaic texture.
"Macro Dub" shows that dub methodology has contaminated all forms of modern dance and head musik. There's no putting the genie back in the bottle; all attempts to protect the sacrosanct integrity of the Song are mere ostrich-head-in-sand rearguard manoeuvres. You're either dub-wize or you've consigned yourself to history's junkheap.
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