Wowing the Piccadilly massive with a trio of far out releases on Born Free and ESP Institute, Japan's Moko Shibata chucks her cosmic gear list in the shaker and serves up a double strength spectacular on Cocktail D'Amore. Previous Powder output has seen the producer pushing boundaries like a Russian despot, experimenting with unspooling clock mechanisms, zero gravity synth gurgle and odd polyrhythms. A bit cosmic, a smidge future primitive and more than a little tribal techno, Powder's releases have the kind of cross the board appeal you tend to find when someone exits stage left and opens up a sonic dimension of their very own. The serious, sirius space party starts in fine fashion with "Hip", a complex amalgam of Fulton-eqsue sci-fi jack, gravitational bass weight and nebulous synthwork which flirts with minimal techno motifs before beaming down to the surface of a sultry jungle planet somewhere in the Balearic nebula. Pattering bongos, new age keys and loon birds echo through the canopy and undergrowth, making us feel right at home as the track rolls on to a blissful conclusion. It's here we go disco on A2 offering "Heart", a madcapped hybrid of skewed vocal samples, train fx, and wriggling 303 bass complete with plenty of the ol' cowbell. Moko marries this infectious, interplanetary groove with West End synth-licks, organic percussion and some Miami Vice moments to deliver the mutant disco record of the century. If that proved a little light and frothy for the po'-faced techno fans out there, the grubby, dubby, subby and clubby "Hole" should smooth away their frown (remember, no smiling in Berghain). Offbeat synth vamps and echoing industrial idents add an immersive dub techno feel to proceedings, while the scuffed snare and menacing bassline sound like a particularly moody Marcellus Pittman cut. Maintaining her reputation for full on weirdshit, Powder chucks in deranged sequences, clattering percussion and ghostly vocal fx, sending any weak-minded soul on the dancefloor all the way west. The tough and rough stance continues with EP closer "Hair", a frequency tweaking slice of dancefloor psychedelia which sounds like a steroid infused filter disco cut experienced in the later stages of paranoid psychosis.
STAFF COMMENTSPatrick says: Powder's hot streak continues with another must have batch of batshit, boundary pushing dancefloor biznizz!