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artist: Kilowatts
album: Routes
label: Artificial Music Machine
cat: AMM0008-2
year: 2006
genre: Electronic
sub-genre: Spacey, Breaks
source: Cdda
grabber: Eac
encoder: LAME 3.90.3 --Alt-Preset Standard
quality: VBRkbps / 44,1kHz / Joint-Stereo
size: 104,0 MB
link: http://www.artificialmusicmachine.com/
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│tracklist.
no. time track title
Kilowatts - Routes
01 Kilowatts - Cross Country
02 Kilowatts - Learn To Love Loneliness
03 Kilowatts - Market-Frankford Line
04 Kilowatts - Palo Duro
05 Kilowatts - Subway
06 Kilowatts - I-95
07 Kilowatts - Glob Story
08 Kilowatts - Broad Street Line
09 Kilowatts - An Explanation
10 Kilowatts - Safety In Numbers
11 Kilowatts - Eastward
12 Kilowatts - AMTRAK
13 Kilowatts - Trans-Atlantic
14 Kilowatts - Auditorium
15 Kilowatts - Chinatown Bus
16 Kilowatts - What Are We Listening To?
17 Kilowatts - Theologue (Search)
18 Kilowatts - Theologue (Settle)
total time: 67:41 min
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│release notes.
Routes is a travelogue, a record of places and destinations that
crackles and pops with the urgency of perpetual motion (check in,
check out, get on a plane, take a boat trip). The eighteen tracks
of Kilowatt's latest (some are ambient field recordings of
conveyances) seamlessly flow as a fascinating aural trip that isn't
the sort normally put together by your local travel agent. Mixing
glitch and complex programming with warm downtempo and psychedelic
loops, static and the sound of the rails with boarding
announcements and lilting melodies, Kilowatts takes all the stress
out of travel.
"Palo Duro" lies somewhere deep in the techno heart of modern
Germany, a pulsating factory town filled that has thrown off the
dusty proletariat shackles of the last century and had abandoned
itself to the hedonistic groove of an electrified age. Minimal
techno beats churn over a rave-up of girlish voices while reverb
tones leave damp echos as synth stabs perform an undulating fan
dance of electronic titillation. "Subway" arcs us across
metropolitan boroughs, clicking and flexing with a futuristic
groove, a Kundalini snake rhythm that matches the rolling
percussion of the trains. Hiccups and catches in the sound allow
for the injection of melodic parts into the mix as if the car is
start-stopping for more passengers.
Shuffling snares, darting electronic squiggles and warm synth
chords create a playful mood for "An Explanation," a fuzzed bit of
insouciance that settles in like a three piece band brought in by
the airline to play the lounge when weather has delayed every
flight for the next decade or so. No one is getting anywhere,
anytime soon. So you all might as well have a couple of drinks --
free, at the bar, right here! with a paper umbrella! -- kick back
and let the band entertain you. Stewardesses are kicking off their
pedestrian heels and letting down their hair as they take to the
dance floor en masse. With its writhing glitch and off-kilter
rhythms, "Safety In Numbers" turns the packed dance floor into a
slow-moving mass of accidental humanity. Elbows and shoulders
brush, voices connect, eyes meet. The breakbeat climax sends hearts
in a frenzy -- new routes are planned, new destinations chosen,
rendezvous are agreed upon.
"Trans-Atlantic" is a bit of bowed ambience that gurgles and
shuffles with distant percussion like stewards flushing toilets in
time on a lower floor. A heavily distorted voice intrudes into the
soporific chime tone melody. You can try to make out words in the
voice, but the Captain's been inhaling the same stuff you've been
and his words aren't much more than ambient scatterings. "Chinatown
Bus" is the most god-damned peaceful bus ride I've ever heard and
its tiny microtonal graduations evolve into "What Are We Listening
To?" Well, it turns into a lumbering downtempo piece that never
truly lets go of its pebbled patter of light rhythms.
I'm not sure you even need to pack a suitcase to enjoy Routes.
You'll probably need your passport and a good set of headphones.
Kilowatts offers a lifetime of travel compressed into an hour of
aural head-tripping. Ease the seat back on this one.
Highly recommended.
http://www.kilowattsmusic.com/
http://www.myspace.com/kilowatts
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