False - 2007

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  • It is not such a big surprise that Matthew Dear has decided to name his new album ‘2007’ since it looks like being a big year for the Texan-born producer. Not only has his pop and vocal debut ‘Asa Breed’ been getting solid reviews and the ensuing tour lots of coverage, but he has dared to release a refined and somewhat mystifying album on Richie Hawtin's infamous minimal techno imprint Minus. 'Mystifying' might seem a strange descriptor for an album that easily slots into the Minus sound, but with its stripped back percussion and sequenced tracks forming a continuous whole, ‘2007’ is at first strangely impenetrable and, depending on the day, can also refuse to be intimate altogether, all to its betterment. Things begin slowly and primitively with howling winds and baying wolves at the door, but it isn’t until the metronomic beat drops on ‘Meat in the Markt’ that the album finds its sound. ‘2007’ is more minimal than full throttle, interested in slowly evolving changes and subtle percussive manipulations that ping and echo around the popping beat. It sounds like being in a doctor’s waiting room, and something must be very wrong with you because the walls keep closing in and rushing away… But its minimalism is also where things get tricky. With such a narrow bare-boned sound, Dear walks a finer line than most, more so for this being a one-man show. Compare ‘2007’ against ‘Something More’ the recent Minus best-of mix compilation. There, the same minimalism (and even the False track ‘Fed on Youth’) is able to crossbreed several sub-species of the genre and evolve into a new beast altogether. Yet with only one man at the helm, you almost lose the evolutionary chain. Almost. No matter how many times you listen to ‘2007’, you just can't quite get a hold of what’s going on or where you will end up. One day you need volume to ‘get it’, the next intimacy and quiet. Another day it's all too slow and without flesh, the next it is pure sculptured genius. Dear pulls the strings with finesse, sometimes inserting enough 4/4 vertebrae to keep the beast upright, yet sometimes content to just give the primordial ooze a stir, such as on 'Disease/George Washington'. Amidst it all, ‘Fed on Youth’ is comfortingly familiar, and like evolution itself, the album climaxes with something closer to human: an amorphous mass of voices on 'Forgetting'. But is it a satisfying listen? This is the frustration, and perhaps the genius, of ‘2007’. It is nearly untouchable in a way, dodging every effort to be understood. It is almost not danceable, or ambient even, and yet it could only ever function as a sequenced whole, almost as if it really were a live piece. In the end, what is certain is that Dear has done himself proud. The best albums are those you can keep coming back to, they never quite let you make up your mind, and I'm betting many will still be intrigued by this one well past 2007.
  • Tracklist
      1. Indy 3000 2. Meat me in the Markt 3. Warm Co. 4. Timing 5. Alright Liar 6. Plus Plus 7. Face the Rain 8. Dollar Down 9. Disease/George Washington 10. Act Like Children/Excalibur 11. In the Heather 12. Fed on Youth/HLM/DLG 13. Stomachs/Ankle Biter 14. Forgetting
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