SEQUENCE 87 - Molitov Party [BR004D]

Support the label, buy it here: Bandcamp special bundle of all releases: Artist: SEQUENCE 87 Title: I Am Sequence Label: Braid Records Catalogue: BR004D Format: Digital Genre: Electronic Style: Techno | #EBM | Industrial Release date: May 5, 2023 All songs written and recorded by Shawn Rudiman Artwork by Shawn Rudiman Mastering at Dadub Studio Distributed by ReadyMade Distribution Braid Records 2023 Tracklist: A1) Numbers Passion And Desire A2) Automatik Responz A3) I Am Sequence - Vocal Version A4) Want It B1) Molitov Party B2) Distopia B3) The Flashback B4) We Share No Bonds Follow #SEQUENCE87 here: Follow #BraidRecords here: Neon is eviscerated across the wet light of pavement dreams, splashed back and absorbed by the darker shapes coalescing in the shadows. Through the broken concatenation of the night, neuron inputs are fed relentlessly by hardwire bodies. Mainlined subtle as a fetishist’s whisper, they in turn feed a punishing progression of rhythms dragged like a dream through your body. Against this digital dystopia, Sequence 87’s I Am Sequence propels the ear through a high-intensity array of blackened beats at once familiar and fresh. The grimey pulse of underground techno bridges the DNA of early industrialized electronics, a chimeric construct which heaves with the chrome breath of EBM’s heavy assembly. Shawn Rudiman, the Pittsburgh pioneer behind alias, has been crafting techgnosis solo and as part of the experimental dance duo ., and these veteran bona fides show in how deftly he parses the language of that era’s heavy synthesis into a work that easily translates into the modern languages of club movement. I Am Sequence retains that chunky ‘80s analog bounce, while injecting a wriggling sheen of HD intensity through its veins. Vocals emerge from the glistening shards, bursting against a wash of sine waves before remerging in a fusion of funked-out bass. Headlights crashing as horns blare, an autobahn nightmare funneling you down some future highway where machines crash ceaselessly across a horizon of endless red night. Lifting the psyche upon high, corroded harmonies herald the last chants to dance before the inevitable systemic collapse. An album for a foreseen Apocalypse, experienced through the language of dance floor speakers. ___ DISCLAIMER: All tracks are uploaded in a low quality for promotional purposes only and with buy links to respect label and artists. CONTACT EMAIL: hatemusic1@ Follow us on INSTAGRAM and FACEBOOK for releases previews and news: Follow us on SOUNDCLOUD for exclusive podcast series: