The Helen Scarsdale Agency

Interceptor sends the listeners back to the (not always) good times of post-Industrial trance, crushing their resistance with almost 140 minutes of drum machines, effects and analog synthesizers recorded between 2003 and 2004 on a damaged cassette deck. New Zealander Clinton Williams at the time was “pissed off with myself wasting time recording this stuff when I was trying to find a job”, and the frustration shows in these 24 tracks. Listening provoked a curious chain of reactions: boredom tending to annoyance (wondering why a label such as Helen Scarsdale, home of several “crude masterpieces” over the last few years, should have released it at all) but eventually a sort of confidence, with Williams’ whirring, spinning, creaking, thumping rhythmic reiterations, often corroborated by enthrallingly murky auras or inscrutable tone clouds, became pleasant enough company, as I think back to my enthusiastic youthful discoveries in the late 80s, when buying early vinyl by Asmus Tietchens, :zoviet*france: and (heaven forbid) Esplendor Geometrico was an occasion to celebrate. Interceptor manages to recall a fraction of that past life without sounding pathetic; some of the pieces are lovely, but a single disc with the very best material would have unquestionably improved the overall level.