New Release (1) is meaty, sometimes beaty, very big and not quite bouncy. Regis and Russell Haswell form a Concrete Fence so high you can't get over it, so low you can't get under it. No hint of tension between the pure Noise merchant (Haswell) and pile-driving Techno artist (Regis); instead, the pair cement (ha-ha) their musical relationship on equal terms. This filthy techno porn is so good that the government might consider banning it, but on what grounds I'm not sure. Corruption? Degrading others who might try something similar? I don't know. I do know that every time I press 'play' and Industrial Disease gets going I get the kind of buzz I used to get from No U-Turn and Metalheadz records. In fact, the ghost of Doc Scott at his best may well haunt this beast, consciously or otherwise. Pitched perfectly between stripped down, iron-clad sound waves and rigorously crafted rhythms, it's a shape-shifting predatory monster. Magnificent.
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