[Reviewed by Peter Marks]
My god… this new album eclipses what this pair did previously without a doubt, seediness has a new address. You think you’ve heard it all from Ekoplekz and Baron Mordant? Think again. Better yet, switch off the higher functions and act on instinct because many of the pieces on here are purely driven by this set of principles. They’ve gone and melted reality, recasting it to their own liking. If you were in the way when this mind roller came through, you have my deepest sympathies. But eMMplekz have done a record previously, they introduced themselves in a kind and cordial manner. You knew this was coming.
And what’s that, those reading this ask. Pull up a chair, get your feet up and have a nice cup of tea. Here’s the entry point.
When you or I move through this world, we act accordingly with our surroundings (unless it’s a very bad day) and we try to take away something insightful yet applicable to our own lives. This duo refuse this course of action, preferring to steep themselves in the discord humanity so happily sows without a second thought. While we’re at home enjoying ourselves and at least pretending to indulge in a modicum of contentment, eMMplekz are out in the streets being incensed at sleazy hotel operators or they’re sitting in the bath contemplating their own mortality via the foil of a rusted spout. Wifi gets a solid trouncing as well, with our scribe openly admitting that this particular hotspot was a mistake to utilize.
There’s also a nice jab taken at those who adore their webcams. I’ve known types who live and die by what they can get others to do on them and the morally bankrupt nature of their character comes through in perfect hi-def resolution. The smug self-satisfaction goes well with the desperately insecure financial motivations of these men-children.
After his recent outings, which were how shall we say, adventurous, Ekoplekz has written some of the most direct and placid music of his career. It’s as though the Baron came to him first with the words and he then wrote his bits around them. I’ve definitely not heard this modular maestro conduct such eerily restrained material before, but he is quite prolific. Who’s to say what he’s been stewing over these many years in the privacy of his own home. There again, is another manifestation of this collaboration’s differentiation from you and I. The doors get knocked down and we’re invited to co-mingle in spaces that are usually roped off to the public.
Mordant’s own son gets into the act, repeating back the phrases our poet says to him. It’s by turns quite interesting to hear how speech develops in children but also very unnerving to know just how fast they grow up. In an odd, disconnected kind of way, ‘Alby’s Riddim’ is a touching recording of a moment in time between a father and his child. I don’t know why we, as the audience, are here for it but then I remember how he listed him as a new release on his website complete with catalog number and it all makes sense. MMite, indeed.
As a matter of fact, this project is a modern take on the concept of family overall, as his wife the aptly named Baroness has taken care of the sleeve art and no doubt played a part in some of the thoughts which have been jotted down. What are their holidays like, well I couldn’t say but I am sure that they are memorable.
Why these two artists aren’t getting more recognition for what they’re doing is beyond my grasp of reasoning, they’re taking what goes on in everyday life and making it extraordinary. There are clips up on youtube of the pair of them on one of their many live outings and they look absolutely riveted by what they’re doing. One manipulates cables and knobs to wrench out the setting while the other sits under a small light absorbed by that worn looking diary letting his mind unravel before our eyes.