When Jim Donadio launched Prostitutes' debut slab of wax, "Psychedelic Black, last year," I broke my two-year review-writing hiatus to crank out some words about how great an album it was. There's some immediate about Prostitutes' marauding techno that tickles the most primitive neural pathways. Donadio's follow-up, "Crushed Interior," picks up that baton and blasts it through the next, blackened layer.
Prostitutes music often feels like it's assembled in a shambolic construction zone. There's a million things that seem like they're just about to go wrong and push everything off the rails, but Donadio always rights the ship. Opener "Coming Down Here With Human Needs" (a special mention of his awesome ability when it comes to titles) lifts slowly but eventually gets sucked down a filtered rabbit hole before crashing out the other side on top of minimal, crushing rhythms. Immediately you are covered in filth, like you've been sleeping in a darkened alley for months while Prostitutes has been hammering out track after track in the dumpster next door. Yeah, this music ain't grime, but it's certainly grimey as fuck.
Crushing rhythms is a well that Donadio goes to often and that's something everyone should be thankful for. "Dial Tone Degradation" is a non-stop pummeler; a no-holds-barred cage match. Industrial machines pound out massive rhythms that build in intensity until there's no room for the growling basslines to manuever. There's nothing subtle going on here.
Where Prostitutes really excels, though, is in Donadio's ability to know when to pull it back and let the listener breathe for a minute. The middle duo of "Through Their Hungry Lips" and "Spiders In My Eyelids" sound like the leftovers of a strip-mining operation. The former bounces cryptically with only the vaguest hint of a beat while the latter would be meditative if it wasn't so dense. But "Crushed Interior" still has plenty of tricks up its sleeve and never lets go of the overwhelming desolation that permeates all of Donadio's recordings. "Make a Hole, Look Out" (again with the titles!) is the sound of trying to escape the machine and almost making it, only to be pushed back down to the bottom by something inhuman but sentient. The only thing to do once it's over is drink some more hooch and take "Crushed Interior" for another lonely ride.
released 07 March 2013
Mastered by James Plotkin and cut to vinyl by Lupo at D+M Berlin. Artwork and layout by James Donadio.
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