Surface
This, incidentally, is what rediscovering Detroit techno is like. I’ve spent many years in exodus from the genre for what seems to me now no good reason, to dwell in pulses less electric like your “indie rock” or your “emo,” electric in their own right, yes, but no valid replacement for this feeling of release, like taking a long breath after a season of drowning, though your submerged body is still brutalized by the pressure and tension of waters, and you are all too cognizant of their tyrannical depths.
(Thanks to The A.V. Club for reminding me.)
(Specific records that at the moment hold me in this balance: Jeff Mills’ Mix-Up Vol. 2: LiveMix at Liquid Room, Tokyo, Plastikman’s Closer (years removed from my other examples, but still indelibly tied), Rhythim is Rhythim’s “The Beginning”)
