[a]Llwybr Llaethog[/a]: the Welsh [a]Orbital[/a]. Only older and madder.
It’s tunnel vision gone mad. Cardiff techno-dub duo [a]Llwybr Llaethog[/a] have been around for over 15 years, represent the weirder end of the relentlessly weird Ankst label, and have a name guaranteeing them zero exposure outside their homeland (it means ‘Milky Way’ in English, if you must know).
So can their continuing lack of fame – namechecks from Gruff Super Furries aside – be attributed to the myopic English musical oligarchy that chooses to waste money on meat-and-spuds guitar mediocrity? Er, probably. Because [a]Llwybr Llaethog[/a] are fantastic.
It’s their marginal status that allows John Griffiths and Kevs Ford to forego the distracting pressures of entertaining hundreds of pill-blasted techno robots, and get on with the task of fucking shit up. All the same, the early-Aphex avant-rave of ‘Drilacila’ is as sweaty and klaxon-worthy as dub epic ‘Wyf Gymro’ is undulating and beatific.
Decidedly lo-fi stuff it may be, using just one deck and a battered mixer, but during the Plastikman minimalism of ‘Kunstrock’, it sounds very much like two unsung electronic geniuses trying to get out. Which in a way, it is. [a]Llwybr Llaethog[/a]: the Welsh Orbital. Only older and madder.