Swedish DJ and producer Petter B channels a love of live performance and technological skill into a three track EP released through a small label, ‘Bond’ and available via minute illustrations of sound under bite-size sounds titled, ‘Roots’.
This particular volume of music has been described as the t-shirt one wears when out at a 24 hour rave and has to wash thoroughly in order to wear it again; tunes that dig deep can only be the dirtiest and these three cascades of crunching noise are living proof of how DJ’s direct and dictate the flow of things with one flick of the finger, one finely tuned ear and eye carved diamond sharp for genuine entertainment that shines the brightest of beacons from the podium he stands tall.
‘Roots Pt.1’ is a minimalistic landscape of hypnotic drones that bounce and breathe participating in a tribal dance come 3 o’clock am where all cares in the world have been successfully extinguished. The bass is stretched and elastic paving a way for progress and the drum never falls behind with every hook and addictive stab of rhythm trapping the logical sensations in a headlock.
‘Drummer III’, races forward, palpitations and penetrations of throbbing energy like a bedroom full of magnetic particles atomising and exploding with euphoric atmosphere the more the pull tugs away trying to resist. It bubbles and boils with haunting force, ghostly but always present creating an air of mystery overriding our will to do anything but dance. You can taste the steam, feel the sweat, see the lights that flash and enchant the eyes recognizing that what stands before them is paradise littered with imaginary ecstasy and untamed enthrallment.
‘Shut Your Eyes’, sounds like large machines having dirty conversations with each-other, primitive beats and unnerving whispers of sounds lurk in the shadows never standing too far away from the dance-floor as that is the only form of oxygen they know how to breathe easily. An endless loop and effortless tangle of melodies gelling together injects strength into the track; it’s loose and it’s twitching, climactic and darkly magical, neon sludge and slime coat the bass bulldozing any unwanted obstacles in its path to a pulsating roadway of sounds, reverberant and resounding splitting down the middle in all it’s roaring duress.
It’s futuristic, it gives DJ’s something real to play around with, providing excitement all round for anyone who should listen; the voyage only begins here though, and the night is in a similar state of mind from the off and into realms of further mesmeric oscillation.
The tracks are fluid, flowing, surreal, and spacious…they do justice to the intentions of the release to serve as a box of tricks for the DJ to shine rather than the producer’s skills. Maybe in modern times the idea of the DJ has been overshadowed by what can only be described as utter shit, but with special, concise, thought-out products such as this one, the only mantra that can be chanted across fields far and wide only a move away from the rave, is long live the DJ.
Ryan Walker
