There’s something oddly fitting about the fact that, as another recession tightens around us, threatening to widen the gap between rich and poor, creating chasms in society that could take decades to be repaired, that the most exciting music is that which echoes the industry that was so torn apart last time we had to endure one. Carnivals comes from a city which knows all too well what a financial clusterfuck can do to a community, and makes brilliantly brittle electronic tracks that somehow mirror that sense of abandonment and lost potential that Sheffield, like much of the country, became in the 80’s.
Of course, it’s not all quite as bleak as that, mixing in some noises that could at worst be described as ‘future garage’, but this is a racket that isn’t scared to be brutal and let it’s precise beats breathe. These are pop songs, massacred and skewed into something that borders on the upsetting, unflinching and paranoid as it storms through another barren banger. Crafted seemingly for every day sounds, this is is the electro of D/R/U/G/S and their ilk stripped back to the bare basics, the swooping atmospheric synth replaced with piston like percussion and dead air.
Carnivals – Milano