Container's notorious LP series for Spectrum Spools hits level four with a fresh round of crunchy ball bearing techno. For those trying to assimilate between each entry in his discography, this one’s catalogue number is ‘P048’ and it’s the one that most resembles the sound of a swarm of raging wasps trying to escape from a hoover.
As always, Container keeps totally punk with his self-titled new selection, choosing to go in the complete opposite direction of the masses of deep thinking techno DJs who overlay their music with complex track titles as a way to try and coax out some sort of subliminal deeper meanings within the music. Container goes full throttle in the other direction by labelling his army of crunchy AF, distorted jam sessions with random track titles that don’t give the game away in anyway whatsoever, preferring to simply roll off the wax and glass your speakers.
While it isn't all just watermelon mashers, for this new exercise in restraint Container has loaded up the soundbank with a load of traditional 'musical' elements that we haven't heard from the project before. Yet make no mistake, this is music as a pure form of energy, one that seems to be held together with sellotape and glue. P048 sounds like a demented Hieroglyphic Being on a gabba tip or even a Whitehouse or Powell record pitched up and played at double speed and then some. Maybe it is both of these things, all we know is that Container is a very vivid form of techno, one as imagined by the mind of a man and his machines as they try and break out of an endlessly programmed loop of gurgling acid lines and endlessly overloaded drum patterns.