Funk D’Void hanker back to the glory days, when beats like these- bass heavy, measured not frantic and encumbered by bleeps rather than melody- were the soundtrack to glamorous nights out that were half-orgy, half-protest rally. Apart from the level of rattle in the speakers and the precise moment where the treble is dropped in, these four mixes of ‘Ginebra’ are interchangeable, and would all equally annoy the neighbours at full volume. Funk D’Void are still making that record that every tasteful techno artist made in the mid-nineties, imagining that slowing down the BMP was soulful. However, it is a master-piece of precision and minimalism, sleek as a black and chrome sports car.
‘Speak My Language’ has, at least, some features- a voice sampled, electronic percussion and a bouncy treble squelch. This really is music for the club, where a skilled DJ could warp this around and set a crowd alight. It might be stupid to accuse a record on the Soma label of being faceless techno, but given the possibilities of computer music, it seems self-indulgent to only make tunes that need psychedelics to be fully appreciated.