Limited £5 earlybird tickets available at:
* PFTP - http://partyforthepeople.org.uk/event/drumroll-pres-szare-and-and-skirt-frozen-border-horizontal-ground/
Advanced tickets available from:
* RA - http://www.residentadvisor.net/event.aspx?413763
* Skiddle - http://www.skiddle.com/e/11738950/
Despite what TS Eliot might have you believe, November is the cruelest month. It’s cold, it’s dark, the clocks have done weird things and fairly early on every moron tries to burn down their back garden. Which is why we’re going dark, with one of the most ominous, innovative and downright proper imprints in modern techno. We give you:
Horizontal Ground / Frozen Border
Across an array of oft-anonymous, always on-point releases these label siblings have shown that bleeps and booms of techno can be bent in more directions than the last twenty years would have you believe. They can do more with static and a box of reverb than most can do with Jean Michel Jarre’s entire live set up, but despite warping techno into dark and dubby shapes they’ve never lost that sense of groove that differentiates the great from the ordinary. It’s too easy to stick to narrow confines in dance music, and these guys could never be accused of that.
And so they bring us their finest. Mancuian duo Szare embody that faceless techno mindset where the music is everything, the distractions of image and profile subsumed into a burning need to craft the finest music possible. It’s an approach straight from the Downwards school of thought, and a notable approach in a media-saturated world of instant comment and profile whoring.
AnD’s techno education starts long before Juan Atkins and the Belleville Three, drawing on the industrial sounds of Throbbing Gristle as much as the minimalism and movement of John Cage. Theirs is cerebral techno that somehow never forgets the floor, a swirling pool of good things. They will bring heat.
The macho world of techno is a tough place to be a woman, but States-to-Birmingham Skirt has forged a unique and vital place among the boys by sheer dint of being better than them. This is Sandwell-infused techno that makes perfect sense in her new home, while spinning it into inspired new shapes.
This will be a night of proper techno. Of the sort of techno that rattles your bowels, that throws your arms, that your mother would never understand and that changes the way you see the world. Techno isn’t just bleeps and drums, it’s a life force. Let them show you why.
We roll at Fez all night, 10-7, and tickets will be in the usual haunts shortly. Don’t miss this. It’ll be one to tell the grandkids.