Knoziz is proud to introduce house songwriter-production guru Willy Washington and Lo Fidelity Allstars’ main man Phil Ward as they team up to release their debut Another One EP: an edgy, experimental and danceable confection of electronica under the moniker Lorddd and Master.
Lorddd and Master have colluded and collided in grand style as a dynamic duo, who stretch their wizardly beats genius across the eclectic studio stage of exciting new music guardians Knoziz, with this unflinching and fractious extended play four-track panorama.
From the off, Lorddd and Master reconstruct their beat-neck house and underground pedigrees to lord it with a laidback la-di-da looksy at a revolving rollcall of nameless folk, doing their daily comings and goings on title track Another One.
Another One is infused with a sense of the conspiratorial. This opening tune’s spoken word start has you listening in on semi whispers into a seemingly concealed mic, sharing the quasi-comedic observational mantra like a nosey hotel receptionist, drained by the grind but intrigued by the lobby’s unending passegiata of mystery human traffic.
Or is Lorddd and Master’s David Byrne-ish talking head of a narrator clocking the drone-like procession of the unyielding populace from a pavement café, restrained behind a constant stream of ristrettos?
Either way, the unending ins and outs of the faceless promenade of hypnotic humankind are mirrored in the insistent beats of Another One’s plinky piano refrain. And it’s got a chorus that sticks, we tell you.
Come closer. No don’t mess about: come closer than that – you’ll need to hear this. Even the title of the second track – I Wanted To Tell You – is beckoning you in with potentially dynamite goss about relationship this-and-thats in an angular electro-pop confessional, peppered with a waft of the Pet Shop Boys’ cascading cassocks flapping from the pulpit.
Once sworn to secrecy with the inside skinny, I Wanted To Tell You then drags you in further with a choice dancefloor drop, scattered with pizzicato strings as you snake through to a safe space.
Trancey tracers meanwhile flicker maniacally throughthe jet stream of Nothing Like You.
Low-fi stem cell DNA dabbings of mid-period New Order have left their mark on this remorseless belter’s dance petri dish, revealing elements of indie-crossover appeal beneath the ultraviolet.
Nothing Like You is anything but a silent witness, though. Vocals that summon up trebly tremors of both Bowie and Jake Shears are supplanted by a buzzy build-up to a wild, immersive finale, capped off with a strident drum machine coda as you re-catch your breath.
The EP then introduces you at arm’s length to the curious tale of Knuckles The Dog.
Originally a Killdozer cut, it’s an eccentric number fed heartily by old Farfisa-style organ thread, and a marching drum line that’s metronomic yet erratic about a mutt who’s had it rough, but comes up smiling in a life well lived.
Seems this geezer-pooch was surprisingly good natured, despite spending his formative training years tethered to a tree stump out in the sticks, as lairy woodland critters living nearby flicked the Vs and took the rise, no doubt.
A guard gig at the dog track was Knuckles’ saving grace, and a tune stealthily straining to clatter from the traps with a winning streak of clap-trappy yaps bears testimony to that.
Lorddd and Master unlikely canine tribute brings the EP to its conclusion with a meaty chomp on a swirly-whirly chorus that catches in your teeth, snapping its leash in a full-blooded organ-ic fade out as the tough old dawg makes the ultimate sacrifice.
It’s a wrap, Knuckles.