Self-Titled

Bagman
Invisible

Review by Darren Kerr

I've been trying really hard to grasp just what people see in most 'techno' music. Much of it is endlessly looped claptrap which any idiot with a sequencer, an instruction manual and too much time on their hands could create.

Case in point: Bagman. This isn't drum 'n bass, it's just drum... and weird noises with the odd exotic vocal sample thrown in to make you think that you're listening to actual music, while synths that sound like heat bugs pan from left to right like a bloody tennis match between meth addicts.

It's incredibly repetitious -- but that's the point, innit? Sounds for vacuum-headed drones sucking back amyl nitrate. I'm probably going to receive flack from the protectors of all-that-is-techno [ed. just click on 'E-mail' down below... ], but this is shite. To paraphrase Stone Cold Steve Austin: you don't suck 'cause you're techno, you suck 'cause you suck.

If this is "21^st century bong music", then maybe it's time I gave up smoking dope.

Artist Contact Info: P.O. Box 16008, Chicago, Il, USA, 60616

First published in Drop-D Magazine on April 3, 1998

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