Articles
Slow Six
Label Profile: Fällt
Alexander Turnquist

Albums
4 Bonjour's Parties
AGF
Atlas Sound
Autistic Daughters
Baja
Evan Bartholomew
Sylvain Chauveau
Destroyalldreamers
DoF
Dot Tape Dot
Fessenden
Floriana vs. Màcro
Florian Hecker
I Am A Vowel
Jaermulk Manhattan
Steve Jansen
LabField
Liar's Rosebush
Eliot Lipp
Luminous
Mojib
Monocle
Nicolay & Kay
Panda Riot
Ghislain Poirier
Prosumer & Murat Tepeli
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Sambassadeur
Starting Teeth
Carl Stone
Strings of Consciousness
Suite Crude Revue
Text Adventure
Alexander Turnquist
Valet
Viirus
Willits + Sakamoto
Yaporigami

Compilations/Mixes
Armin Van Buuren
Caroline
Goodbye Said the Rain
Sieben Mal Solo
A Weevil in a Biscuit

3"/ 7"/ 10"/ 12"/ EPs
0>1
A Setting Sun
The Bug ft. Warrior Queen
Myungho Choi
Deadbeat
Entsounds
Itosha
JDSY
l'Objet
Noah Pred
Repair
The Retail Sectors
Socks & Sandals
Someone Else
Trembling Blue Stars
.xtrak

Starting Teeth: I Won't Do Anything I Can Do
Creaked Records

Hour-long debut full-length by electronic duo Starting Teeth—France-based Childe Grangier (aka Hopen) and Vancouverite Nathan Jonson (aka Hrdvsion)—that comes across like a demented cross between DAT Politics and Sutekh. I Won't Do Anything I Can Do sometimes suggests that Starting Teeth is still trying to figure out which direction to take: some tracks are heavily abstracted and experimental (the darkly atmospheric sound sculpting of “Concerning the Bombs” and “Burn the Roof Tropical,” a chopped-up and dizzying plodder) while others could pass for wacky club fare (the swizzling electro-disco of “xxDONE”). Cobblestone Jazz's Danuel Tate hitches a ride for the twisted electro-techno of “Tongue Journey” which inexplicably shifts gears in its second half by spilling vocoders over the Hawaii Five-O theme. Mexican newcomer Pinto guests on “Porcelain Shuffle,” which stumbles like a drunken giraffe until handclaps right the woozy animal, while the whistling stomper “Empty” twirls like an out-of-control carousel. Beats are often derailed by interference and tackled in mid-stride, a trick that pushed too far proves annoying when “Our Old Teen” is constantly ambushed whenever it struggles to gain its footing and regain momentum. The sputtering, stuttering club-funk banger “Ankles,” on the other hand, strikes the perfect balance between danceability and experimentalism. Cracked Records might be more like it.

February 2008