Fresh from Sydney, Australia comes a rather unusual imprint for the simmering sunbathed land down under, home of some of the sleaziest low-slung downtempo disco-house vibes around. Cult Trip launched in May 2014 with a heavy slab of Raw Techno from Grey People, the alias of US producer Alex Michalski. His 'Sludge Ball' release delivered a heavily distorted, pure analog grungy melange of post-industrial sounds, random mathematical patterns and machine-driven devices. Earlier this month, the brainchild of Sean Gyuris, Cult Trip released its second wax offering by enlisting a brand new talent straight from Brooklyn's underground techno scene. 'Vertigo Contracto' is J. Albert's very first release on wax and one that perfectly captures his unique analog vintage production workflow that involves one-take jams recorded straight to tape.
You will notice exactly what I'm talking about from the very first moment you drop the needle onto the title track as the warm hum of a tape machine starting up and the grainy noise of its magnetic medium unfolds before the kick drum starts pounding away. Speaking about drums, 'Vertigo Contracto' leaves no room for subtlety: the kick is hard, the snares are raunchy and the remaining percussions scattered around the track are rough and gritty. The main driving force of this post-industrial age techno monster is a menacing magnetic synth that stabs at you from every side demanding clever dance moves to be coined on the spot in order to survive the onslaught. Add a heavily filtered chord loop and arpeggiated delirious strings and you've got yourself a cracking warehouse weapon of body abduction :)
On the flipside, the dusty lo-fi tape noise is much more evident and contributes heavily to the overall aesthetic that gives the release its uniqueness in a world of pristine sounds, perfectly mixed and flawlessly mastered. 'Holed Up' is an opiated experience when compared to the A-side where a barbituric nasal voice mumbles repeatedly and haunting pads circle around chilling you to the bone. Highly distorted percussions struggle to inflate themselves, but all that's left is the saturation grain flopping away while elastic accents echo your mind away into the ether. Majestic synth leads barely make it beyond the murky border that engulfed the landscape, but a battered bassline manages to makes it through. Ending the track in highly Lynch-esque manner is an impending overdriven hum overpowering the fading vocals and leads until all that's left is the dusty tape grain.