Intensely dynamic, deconstructed club music. RIYL Chino Amobi, v1984, Rabit, M.E.S.H., Kara-Lis Coverdale, Autechre, Arca, TCF...
On his riveting debut for Rabit’s Halcyon Veil, Jesse Osborne-Lanthier hacks club, classical and avant-garde music in a visceral, time-warping car crash of styles perceived from a multitude of angles with unflinchingly candid, cinematic sound design under the urgency of accelerationist tendencies.
Wrenched into being just ahead of his rumoured Raster-Noton release and some months after the obsolete technology salvage of C L S M with Grischa Lichtenberger, Osborne-Lanthier’s latest work is p’raps best described as a sui-generis, intemporal laceration of contemporary electronic music, consolidating the memes of noise, grime, avant-classical, computer music in a scrolling, vertiginous simulation of video game sound design violence, racial and cultural tensions, political instability, and the virality of social networks.
It’s sensational stuff in the most bruising, breathlessly beat-em-up 1st player style, but executed with a clinical approach that practically sutures as quick as it cuts, as though operated by a squadron of invasive nanobot drones programmed by Burroughs and Shane Carruth to decimate the present and let encrypted future codes bleed thru in the milliseconds of strobing space between.
Unfortunately we’re not up to AI speed yet, but, like Autechre, Osborne-Lanthier appears to be attuned to their level of cybernetic computation and emotion, conducting a symphony of pure physics encrypted in cultural and esoteric references between the mechanized slaughter of North Face Killah and the TCF-alike proprioceptive headf**k of Velocity, Bilocation, Pyrokinesis feat. Bataille Solaire, taking in the fragmented data bursts of Mi©rochipped and the strangely ancient-futurism of Weed Kit’s hydraulic chronics, which feels to theoretically emulate the effect of THC on a cybernetic mind.
Seriously, if Elon Musk needs an artist in residence for his mission to Mars, send for Osborne-Lanthier.
