Using no guitars, no drums, nothing but a series of ELP-stacked keyboards (is the acronimity a coincidence? I think so), BT rock us with driving, heavy beats.
Whereas the other acts used the drums as accompaniment, Banco played them… slow. And heavy. I hate to say it – it sounded like a cheeze-metal power ballad.
The opinion of Jungle was that the sampled frenetic drums were impossible to play by a human. To this 808 State clearly and succinctly said, “Up Yours.”
nd is a beautifully haunting, haunted collection. Songs are treated with respect, but without the sycophantic reverence that makes most tribute albums bores.
I know I should feel changed at this point, or should have had a revelation, or found God or something. All I feel is the need for a shower and some chocolate.