Adjust: Omerta CD

Low Res returns to the vinyl front with a 12" with the original and three remixes of Adjust's Titan. Fresh from the pressing plant!300 copies, exclusive distribution by Praxis <iframe style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=530230090/size=large/bgcol=333333/linkcol=e32c14/tracklist=false/artwork=small/transparent=true/" seamless><a href="http://lowres.bandcamp.com/album/low-027-titan-remixes">LOW 027 - Titan Remixes by Adjust</a></iframe>  LOW 027 - Adjust - Titan Remixes - 12” Vinyl In an era where paltry software remixes are a thinly veiled attempt to retread played material as a weak appeal to launch unknown producers, or worse, a desperate plea for social followers in a bootleg capacity, it seems the critical art of the remix project is a dead and rotting half-eaten corpse on the tracks of electronic music’s underground railways. Enter, the Titan. Only on Low Res Records. An original track by Adjust, featuring remixes from Meander, Detroit Gore Police and Tarmvred. Each producer armed with the pedigree and capability to strip you of your fingerprints and leave nothing for dental records to trace, all with the single push of a space bar. As your speakers begin to spew a straight up sonic seance surely to suture your future wide shut, the darkness grows colder with each revolution of the record and the needle digs deeper into your vinyl skin within. Each groove that passes, you have no choice but to submit to pure mechanical breakdown and are forced to peel your skin back and expose your very essence to the frequencies that begin to deconstruct your pithy soul. This is a total scrotal recall of Schwarzeneggerian proportions. Leading with the Meander remix, you the listener are instantly punched in the throat and the perineum with both of Mike Tyson’s robotic iron fists at the same time. Pain, ecstasy, bewilderment and the thrill of the kill in one gigantic money shot. Little hope is left, writhing helplessly on the ground, as you stare up from the floor starstruck with delicious agony. The blood in your mouth tastes like nectar, your eardrums swollen with fear. With the value of the remix steady on the decline, this remix is measured not only in decibels, but in body counts for the coroner. Then the Detroit Gore Police remix backs up the dump truck and drops seismic kicks and concrete bricks that grind your bones into a gelatin mâché that gets funneled into whats left of your ears, force fed by bass lines that make your eyes pop like condoms filled with phosphorescent urine from the gods, punished and pummeled, weak and forgotten, you prepare to leave the world like you entered, naked and afraid… But before you can wither away to dust and resign from your mortal coil, the Tarmvred remix howls across the sand under the moonlight sky and circles your perimortem crawl towards death, slowly splitting your black oak, spreading your gates and turning your kingdom of suffering into a final frozen tomb of eternal sleep. A crushing whirlwind of creeping metallic devastation that pierces your innervision. No one on this planet does, like Tarmvred does. Finally, seemingly as an act of moderated mercy, the original version of Titan by Adjust is capped off as the coup de grâce to abuse and confuse the polymatic construct of acetatic compounds found in pounds of sounds. You muster to escape by seppuku, but are only drawn to block high decibel punches in bunches with your face while your orbitals are destroyed by audibles of psychotic southside chicago acid jungle nightmares that your diminishing soul lacks in capability and composition to escape from. You never stood a chance. It’s over. The needle runs out the groove and darkness falls into a static silence as amplified paper scrapes close out your existence… you are lost and alone, on Titan.

This instrumental 7" features a more restrained and clean sound for Redrot, foregrounding bass and clear production but retaining the raw, dark sound he has cultivated in Michigan's ever changing climes. We call it industrial bass music.  (label info)

SUPER LOW PRICE FOR THIS EXCELLENT RECORD! As 2010 draws to a close, Low Res Records makes one last shot at the buzzer with a veritable milestone of mayhem, the 23rd enigma in the shape of a new and long overdue DJ Adjust record. ‘Release The Sharks’ is a four tracker of abusive speaker therapy constructed in the spirit of recreational headbanging most would call haptic technology for heshers. Possessing the demonstrative power of potential that pokes at the ear pupils, the new Adjust record is a leaning tower of rhythm inconsequentials that cast a dark shadow over the deliberate composition of controlled chaos. A study in pure acceleration from the opening track ‘Eveready/9-Lives’ and it’s nod to Frances Tipton Hunter and his black cat, to the track ‘Deux’ which draws subtle influence from early Fischkopf releases taking cues from industrial appliance rhythms that swell into monstrous episodes of hi-fidelity gate crashing. Distorted electronic kick drums translate into rarified air violence and simultaneously unleash the Kraken bass blasts. Zeus and his harem of honeys would be proud. A true modern Midwest exercise in reticent aggression. Varying tempos of grindfunk sonically spread over four tracks of fortified ass-kick. This is popular music for the future prolific and stratopunk pioneers of tomorrow… delivered today.   A1 - Eveready/9-Lives 4:35 A2 - Deux 4:46 B1 - Laserdrive 5:42 B2 - Return To Detroit 4:40 <iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5N3e5m89mhk?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VtJWfaoJ620?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>

A rigorous creed of human-machine interface and collective expression has always guided Detroit’s Delien. With over ten years of activity, this two man duo haunts our memories as a cyborg presence at otherwise bearded noise shows while today they churn the long game basis for the Detroit Industrial crew. What we have here is an annex, an additional entry in the assembly of an identify, 4 tracks rendered to tape, demarcating an unbroken timeline. Raw industrial, take in an earful. (label info) two copies in stock - both show a bit of storage wear, one of them has cracks in the plastic case.