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UH-OH. A title that sounds more like a philosophy student's final-year dissertation than an exhortation to party rarely bodes well....

UH-OH. A title that sounds more like a philosophy student's final-year dissertation than an exhortation to party rarely bodes well. Certainly not when the members of the Tribe in question - Detroit's Carl Craig, Anthony Shakir, Moodyman and Sherard Ingram - are acknowledged providers of resolutely unpretentious dancefloor fodder.



But while 'The Collapse' won't be inducing outbreaks of unrestrained leg-shaking on any dancefloors whatsoever, neither is it a laborious 'serious' project going nowhere but up its own arse. Rather, tracks like 'Decades Of Silicon', 'Micro Machines' and the stubbornly funky 'At Ease With Concrete' are all moody, reflective and atmospheric, but too innocently beautiful to ever be considered pretentious. Precisely the kind of unsettling but uplifting concoction - somewhere between trip-hop, Warp-style techno and isolationist ambience - that Craig himself has often aimed at but never achieved with quite this success.



The only real fly in the ointment is 'Sophistry', as mean an impersonation of a cat being strangled to death with a zither as is possible with pure electronics. The rest merely indicates that, contrary to popular belief, techno culture is resting in very safe hands.
6 / 10

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