Back catalogue: Industrial/Noise

Review: We're starved for two-sided 12"s in the world of ambient music, but Chris Madak aka. Bee Mask has refreshingly graced us with one this week. It should be said that there's Skee Mask and then there's Bee Mask; the latter is far more unsung, undeservingly so. Madak's music is abstract and cerebral enough to have lent him credo enough to have released on the likes of Weird Forest, Spectrum Spools and Room40. But this latest reissue, 'Versailles Is Not Too Large Or Infinity Too Long', hears him plunge the ethereal heights for the US label Unifactor. Originally released on cassette on Chondritic Sound in 2008, these pieces deserve the renewed attention and the fresh laying to wax, since they're not 'regular ole' ambient cuts in the slightest. Unafraid of indulging the high end freqs, Bee Mask fleshes out a mood of uncertain, urgent bliss - sizzling, crunching and soaring the drone, as if its maker were a modern Icarus flying too close to the sun.

Review: It's been a delight to see Oliver Ho's Broken English Club project develop artistically over recent times, with some fine records for Jealous God and Veronica Vasicka's Cititrax label along the way. Suburban Hunting sees Ho deliver his debut Broken English Club album, featuring some 11 tracks of primitive electronics and cinematic pseudo techno cuts. Tunes like "Vacant", "Derelict", or "Scum" all share a loose techno framework, but the real aesthetic is much vaster than that, verging on remnants of post-punk, industrial and all that goodness and hybrid class that came out of the late 1980's. It's another fine addition to the sublime Cititrax discography, and we recommended it just as much as the previous numbers.

Review: Kevin Richard Martin, known for pushing the boundaries of sound as THE BUG, unleashes his latest full-length, Machine. The album, released via Relapse, is his first solo instrumental work under the moniker, following a series of self-released EPs on PRESSURE. Each track is a sonic barrage, merging futuristic dub with crushing electronic elements, heavy bass riffs, and industrial weight that recalls his earlier work with Techno Animal and King Midas Sound. Machine takes the listener on a journey through dense, dystopian soundscapes, where each beat feels like a seismic event, making it perfect for oversized systems in sweat-drenched clubs. Tracks like 'Buried' and 'Bodied' epitomise this, with the former dropping tectonic bass lines over heavyweight beats, while the latter smoulders with industrial doom. Martin's signature "ice cold and dystopian" sound is at its zenith here, blending visceral sub-bass pressure with masterful production. It's a brutal yet nuanced record, one that demands to be felt as much as heard.