Housemeister “Transfer” Detroit Underground. CAT#BPLCRP15
Berlin-based producer and dj Housemeister has had an impressive career thus far. He has produced arround 50 EP´s and five albums including 2 concept albums, one made totally on a gameboy with a portable recorder on the beach and another one for BNR just using the teenage engineering OP-1 synthesizer in hotelrooms and planes. Hyperactive child of Berlin’s techno scene, „the Kraftwerk on LSD“ Housemeister is a key figure of the German and international nightscape. High energy with a punk attitude, this special character allways goes his own way with his very own definition of techno. he runs label AYCB, touring the globe since 20 years, does grafikdesign & he is resident at Suicide Berlin.

In 2015 he remixed Dave Clarke, Matthew Herbert, Dj Deeon, Robert Armani and Artist Unknown.
Now he introduces Transfer his new full length album to be released in Detroit Underground January 18th 2016. Both cassette tape and digital formats featured.

On his new work, he will give his listeners something new as he delves into a more ambient electro sound, exploring new noise and allowing echo and space to embrace him, thru 9 emotional hardware only compositions. Housemeister create these quality cuts live and with such passion is a testament to the German’s forward-thinking skills.
“Darkside” is the first of them, sleepy downtempo electro beats for starting, echoed synth hits and flanged hi hats make the pace until pulsating and spaced machine drops and funky basslines took over the arrangement. Filter sweeping, manual drum breaking and going with the flow arrangement make the rest.

Following, “Digital identity” plays with asymmetrical delays and 808 toms in the beginning until massive drones and ambiences paired with bleeps and more percussion layers appears subtle.
“Inventer de rêve” goes more spacey, reverberated pads, square wave leads, portamento and slowed down beats made of fat kicks and sharp percussive components. A dreamy one.

“Sternenwind” reminds the melancholy of central Europe in the eastern front days, beautiful synth lines, concrete beats and twisted parameters to celebrate the years gone past.
“Worms” is again a Scifi workout with single note harmonies, abstract sound design, obsessive rhythms and old school electro touches…but at slow tempos.

“We are data” is pure kraftwerkian homage, alien arpeggios, broken beats and an industrial edge to keep things dirty.
“Der Codex” bring us memories of space landings and digital water, resonances, pads, drones, lotsa reverbs and drones until the beat appears surrounded by massive room and set the pace for the melodically synthetic end.
Near the end, “Multiversum”, revisited the early days of IDM, melting melodic synthesizers with experimental landscapes under a broken rhythm that put everything in place.

Finally “Transfer” end with this trip with bell like sequences, resonant bleeps and echoed drums as base while singing android synths fly over the stereo field.
A collection of sounds to transfer you to another dimension in a chilly mood but mentally and analogue induced.
we hope you like it.

REVIEWS:
CLUBBING SPAIN
CLUBBING SPAIN
XLR8R
NRF MAGAZINE

Berlin-based Housemeister has had an impressive career thus far. He has produced five albums and more than fifty EPs. High energy with a punk attitude, he runs label AYCB and is a resident at Suicide Berlin. However, ‘Transfer’ will give his listeners something new as he delves into a more ambient electro sound, exploring new noise and allowing echo and space to embrace him.

—

There’s something about her that’s not quite human. She moves a little more rigidly, her elbow bending in a series of glitches that radiate pixelated madness off into this new reality. She awakens, slowly. Well, her eyes flip open as if pulled by some gears deep within her computed mind, but her body takes its time. She sends messages, sounds compiled of zeroes and ones, for her hands to move, her fingers to curl, her nails to sink deep into the white sheets beneath her, her legs to swing off of the side of the bed, toes grazing the cement floor.

She turns this way and that, always bringing her head to rest squarely atop her shoulders, chin aligned with that dip at the center of the collarbone. The skin is always so soft there, but hers is different. It’s soft, but grab her wrist and it becomes indented, slowly puffing back out, imprinted fingerprints disappearing as the lines fill with flesh and blood? Molten metallic blood pouring across asphalt, leaving hot pavement, hot enough for one’s soles to adhere as winter approaches. Or perhaps it never cools. The land is foreign.

She wanders amongst steel buildings, beneath them, through alleys, filthy and untouched by centuries of change and progression. Catches her reflection in a window and dances barefoot across the shimmering pavement, letting her dress of gauze brush against exposed thighs, the color of cream. Arms contort in a robotic marionette waltz.

Her body is bandaged, but she knows she is not broken. She feels her own pulse, radiating from the chip embedded somewhere in the Achilles of her left foot.

The city is a maze. People cry out to sell her this and that, to change her, to take her, to beautify her, to abduct her, but she dances to her own thoughts, leaving metallic footprints in her wake.

_words by Sophia Warren