The Death Of Rave RAVE019
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The result of a febrile fantasy cooked up after 2015’s Moss Side Carnival, Prosthetics is the grim af first release nested by Croww, a bold new outlier from the edgelands of south Manchester.

Croww’s debut for The Death of Rave features a pack of obscure, pre-Roadrunner Slipknot samples which have been painstakingly gerned beyond recognition, concatenated and uchronically folded into a fxcked-up session owing heavily to grindcore and ‘90s D&B and flashcore as much as modern, vantablack stripes of club music or rap instrumentals. It sounds like nothing out there right now, and, 20 years since Slipknot’s emergence, can be heard as an unimaginably distant echo of what became a proper subcultural phenomena.

Harnessing detailed, flash-it blast beats and psychoacoustic shockwaves punctuated by samples from Iowa public access TV and visceral wretches nodding to Slipknot’s dead crow-sniffing rituals, the uniquely brittle but mercurial Prosthetics (MechaMIx) and its four constituent digital Prosthetic parts, form a sort of stubborn study on the stifling nature of nostalgia.

Through a stoic process of parsing his sincere, formative obsession with Slipknot along with contemporaneous samples and other extreme forms of music which never entered the band’s original equation, and then scrying the whole thing thru a hypermodern, street or bedroom level prism, Croww soberly inverts their source codes to extract a mutable expression of individuality from collective delirium in an era saturated by mimetic, populist clones trapped in an ever decreasing feedback noose of influence and reference.

It blurs distinctions between mixtape, imagined soundtrack and demonstrative showreel with an unflinching guile deliberately blinkered to melodic or percussive convention owing as much to the weightless inference of Total Freedom as the disciplined, shattering rage of Black Mecha, or the devilish metrics of La Peste’s flashcore hyperstructures.

It’s club music if you want it to be, or a portal for total, detached immersion and transcendence, if that’s your thing. Either way, it’s a brutally uncompromising and compelling expression of cybernetic body horror and private ecstasy, nailing unique ground in the shifting sands of modern culture’s temporal flux - ultimately as a record which could only really emerge in 2017.

Croww: Prosthetics

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