Intense Records

EVAPORATOR (CD)

INFINÉ
IF1104CD
Electronic, Pop
CD

New

£12.49 (£14.99 incl. VAT)

As Nathan Fake rises from the nocturnal subterranea and rave catharsis of his previous records, on Evaporator, he resurfaces into the domain of daylight, bringing a tangible sense of air rushing against your face, of big skies, and endless landscapes.The idea of pop accessibility that trickled into 2023s Crystal Vision is refracted here through the prism of sweeping ambient, deep electronica, and trance uplift. Evaporator is Fakes idea of airy daytime music, with each track a different barometer reading across the albums varying atmospheres, which range from vibrant sunbursts, bracing rainscapes, and fine mists of clement melodics. Its not overtly confrontational electronic club music, states Fake. Its quite pleasant, its accessible. As I was progressing through making the tracklist, I called it a daytime album. It doesnt feel like an afterparty album. For the past decade Fake has been gingerly introducing collaborations with heroes and friends alike into his lone, idiosyncratic working process.Border Community alumni Dextro AKA Ewan Mackenzie transmutes his ferocious drumming for Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs into the blurred choral thump of Baltasound. Orbiting Meadows, meanwhile, is his second collaboration with Clark, an eerily idyllic duet where microtonal 18EDO piano clangs slowly twirl around wailing pads. Evaporator marks the junction point of old technology and ever fresh creativity for Nathan. The trusty dinosaur age software, particularly Cubase VST5, that has powered two decades of music is rarely updated. I used to sort of feel a bit ashamed of using such old software, and then I kind of had an epiphany thats just how I work, comments Fake. Thats just how I play. Im very fond of these old tools, and I get the most joy out of them, but now Ive incorporated new technology too. When an artist accumulates so much synergy with their instrument, music making becomes instinctual. By Fakes account, much of Evaporator just fell into place. The album title arrived randomly in his head (it felt completely perfect. Airy.), ideas looped and developed until things locked into place and just felt right. The Ice House is a fleeting glimpse of the sonic world he taps into in this creative state, its glassy FM synths built around a counterpoint between rough-hewn crystalline arpeggios and sparse yet gravitas-bearing bass. That riff I just wrote out on the keyboard, I just played it forever and ever and ever.The original track ended up being really short. Here you go, and its gone! These unplanned channellings of sound call forth records from Fakes past while he looks ahead, perhaps getting at the very essence of his musicianship. The opener Aiwa (the breeziest, he muses) reminds of the introspection that characterised Providence, excited by the fire and grit of Steam Days textural experiments, its chunky slams and clatters surging into a flood of harmonic buzzing as they reach out for old wisdom. Hypercube stampedes in a similar chronological confluence, infusing an incessant synth line reminiscent of the golden age of rave with the crackling, ecstatic energy of modern festival anthems. Like the vaporisation of liquid to particles, everything that Evaporator presents has a mutant desire to be amorphous. Sounds rarely settle; the irradiated garage beat of Bialystok is pitched downwards to driving, rebounding effect, while Youll Find a Way warps static into shivering energy, cinematic synth strings building anticipation into a gradual gush of chords. This translates into a more expansive stereo field than Fake has explored before.Slow Yamaha saves the wildest, most kinetic transformations for last with a cornucopia of crispy melodies and fried drums; a sibilance of cymbals on the left, a susurrus of shakers on the right, and kaleidoscopic lasers pulsing and fizzing all around. Evaporation culminating in pure excited atoms. #EVAPORATOR