Whitey The Light At the End Of the Tunnel Is a Train

• Words: Julianne Shepherd
• Label: 1-2-3-4

Rough techno-era punk tends to be short on funk or melody, but the oscillator buzzes and gelatinous vocal harmonies in Nathan J.Whitey‘s electro-charged dancefloor rock joints could hit Manchester pop charts or sit pretty near DFA in the vinyl stacks. Brooding and amorphous with guitar-fuzz, high-amped live drums, and sexy boy-singing, the Brit multi-instrumentalist makes a seductive atmosphere for kissing passionately in the backseat; Neu is playing, and your driver is about to hit the Autobahn. A sneaky record, its production beguiles: horsehooves, cowbells, vibes and dinner-party field samples fold over maracas, synths ebb, sonics are mooked. Hot, noisy, ready to grind.