This Brutal House
Me on, if not in the New Statesman on the subject of the Sheffield wing of Warp's extensive 20th anniversary celebrations. Now not only have Warp released many of my favourite albums (in which I could include Intro), but for their 10th anniversary they brought out three double CDs, of which two - the collection of American and English techno in Warp 10: Influences and the utterly peerless Yorkshire bleep & bass anthology Warp 10: Classics are among my favourite records ever released by anyone ever. So the suspicious tone of the article is more to do with politics and urbanism than music, although I've ceased to care that much about their output in the ten years since. There have been some wonderful records by Broadcast, Boards of Canada, a couple of others (though the jungle plus cute electronica and/or jazz bass side of their output sounds horribly inconsequential in retrospect, the new prog rock in terms of its rhetoric of ultra-complexity and its spotty demographic), but largely they've become just another slightly-more-interesting-than-usual label. And really, call me a prolier-than-thou sentimentalist, but the fact is that this has much, much more to do with the label they once were than this. Perhaps this is because they've 'moved on', but to whence is not often commented upon.
Park Hill-related pun inspired by this, the 'Let's Get Brutal' mix of which Nightmares on Wax played on the night (photos here of Magna and PH are by Joel Anderson and not for re-use without approval In Writing). Also in the NS and oddly good, Will Self on wood cladding and the possible uses for this insufferable architectural mannerism post-collapse. On the fascinating subject of cladding materials, there's a letter in this week's BD taking issue with my earlier 'naive' (I was trying to be faux-naive, but I suppose it didn't convince) column on reclad towers. It does a fair bit of cheating, in speaking only of panel constructed towers, while those I mentioned by name in the piece were either steel or concrete-framed things that hardly merited such drastic, and architecturally disastrous encasing, other than a sign from councils that Something Is Being Done, so accordingly we don't have to bother doing any maintenance again afterwards. As it is, I was thinking more of this sort of thing, the be-hatted towers of Wakefield, rather than the rather swish redesigns shown in BD.