Blank Slate presents the debut of the Düve project, a collaboration between Soren Jahan and Ali Çakir. Combining live recorded drums and
instrumentation, samples from vintage 78s, internet videos and analogue electronics, this fifth instalment holds nothing back. Karv starts out with a brisk pace, jarring acoustic drumming held together by a sly shuffling 808 beat with a brooding syncopated bassline. Hints of Santur and robust, crackling horn explorations bring the duo's Turkish influences directly to the dancefloor. Woman steps back from the smoky fervour of the A1. John Evangelista takes centre stage on the bouzouki amidst echoing steps, soaring clarinet and bare-bones rhythmic accompaniment. Winding, filtered hand drums and flutes provide the counterpoint. Streets changes gears entirely. Brutal, unrelenting shouts and live street dance bands cut up between two duelling drum sequences in 9/8. Somewhere between breakbeat, collage and alternative house music, not for the faint of heart.
Closing the EP in style, 660 takes things further. A synthesizer voice, alternately gravelly, droning and forlorn, takes flight supported by thundering, tripping percussion. A nine minute excursion with a climactic melodic peak, the way only Jahan and Çakir know how.
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instrumentation, samples from vintage 78s, internet videos and analogue electronics, this fifth instalment holds nothing back. Karv starts out with a brisk pace, jarring acoustic drumming held together by a sly shuffling 808 beat with a brooding syncopated bassline. Hints of Santur and robust, crackling horn explorations bring the duo's Turkish influences directly to the dancefloor. Woman steps back from the smoky fervour of the A1. John Evangelista takes centre stage on the bouzouki amidst echoing steps, soaring clarinet and bare-bones rhythmic accompaniment. Winding, filtered hand drums and flutes provide the counterpoint. Streets changes gears entirely. Brutal, unrelenting shouts and live street dance bands cut up between two duelling drum sequences in 9/8. Somewhere between breakbeat, collage and alternative house music, not for the faint of heart.
Closing the EP in style, 660 takes things further. A synthesizer voice, alternately gravelly, droning and forlorn, takes flight supported by thundering, tripping percussion. A nine minute excursion with a climactic melodic peak, the way only Jahan and Çakir know how.
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