Smashing glass, searing synths, pounding kicks, pockets of silence interrupted by meteor strikes—Amnesia Scanner weave fragments of club bangers into obtuse short films. (Their music videos are just as mystifying.) Notable works include lengthy, multi-part compositions, like the poetic "radio play" AS Angels Rig Hook and their A/V collaboration with Bill Kouligas, LEXACHAST. Now, Haimala and Kalliala's first traditional release is an EP for Young Turks.
The duo fit their sprawling universe into three-minute chunks pretty damn well; AS feels like a distilled and sharpened version of what they do best. The EP is full of disembodied sounds and voices mangled beyond recognition. Words are fragmented and julienned, like on the trippy "AS Chingy" or the apocalyptic, Deadboy-style jam "AS Want It," which offers a bright streak of melody. Traditional percussion is nowhere to be found, as the duo solder chords and drums out of soundbites.
AS also demonstrates Amnesia Scanner's dance floor potential. Genre foundations are used as chassis for their odd experiments: "AS Wood Gas" is a trance workout where the euphoria turns sour, while "AS Crust" is essentially a swaggering trap anthem with kicks hitting like a thwack to the face. Haimala and Kalliala seem to build tracks out of the information overload and digital interference around them. If peers like Lotic and Arca use club music to express political or sexual agendas, Amnesia Scanner is willfully opaque. It's impossible to tell what they're sampling most of the time, but it doesn't matter—the results are confusing but compelling.