I blame Limewire and a brother for my love of left-field electronica. Not yet old enough to drive, drink, or even smooch, that brother gave me a home-copied cassette of Underworld’s ‘Dubnobasswithmyheadman‘. Ever since then I was hooked.
College lessons later on were spent finding ways on to Limewire that the college hadn’t learnt how to block, downloading anything tagged ‘electronic’. One track at a time, filling a CD a week, I amassed one great crooked collection. I might have had to repeat that year’s learning, but the music I got shaped my tastes.
Noneohone takes me right back, back to King of Woolworths weirdness and Plone’s uneasy filmic glitch, there might be just a hint of nostalgia. But ‘Deadman 160′ and ‘Broken 150‘ mix this up with old school rave and jungle. In between the smoothly pressed analogue synths, all the pulses and beats skip and tweak. Even without that backstory above, it’s fun just to hear artists flex out.
‘Deadman 160‘ is sultry and clean, well, asides from its beat-busy spine. Ghostly vocals spin out over lazy Rhodes chords, it’s a chillout room vibe with a high. Andrew Beveridge (aka Noneohone) shows he knows his production, every sounds is well crafted and hung tight in place with enough bleed to flow to the next. It’s urgent and soft all at once, an easy chair with a tingle tied in.
‘Broken 150‘ sits cooler, more dense in its structure and sounds. The free breezy feel of the track that came first is replaced with a new set of textures. Vocals are cut up and jarring, lifts and falls come by purposefully awkward. Burial, Yusef Dayes and FourTet’s ‘Everything Ecstatic’ are the cornerstones openly called on. Again, every twist of a sound is well placed, from the 90s rave bass swells to the glossy arpeggios, to the bent and smeared trails on the snare. What it lacks in cohesion, it makes up for in love for the tones and the tastes it revives.
Flicking back into Noneohhone’s catalogue, through two years’ worth of EPs and singles, there’s a feel of a producer refining, experimenting with light and dark. There’s a curious weave of home schooled flair and knowledge that’s tough to pass by without smiling.