Way Out West

Way Out West have recently released their fourth studio album We Love Machine, which is available to buy direct in a number of packages from their website: www.wayoutwest.mu

Titans: a term that’s been fading from public consciousness since the

film with the gold fleece and Argonauts. The rise of UK dance music

in the early 1990s saw the word in mass circulation, however:

“titans” flowered like the Fibonacci sequence, a string of formidable

double-acts helping generations choose their own pulse rate. Massive

Attack, Leftfield, Underworld, Orbital� all rolled boulders across

the plains of electronica; all gave the’90s a hypo. On the prow of

some serious Pete Tong time came twelve-bore Bristolites Way Out

West: the concord of Nick Warren and Jody Wisternoff, two DJs

crackling with invention.

See: the shimmering breaks of club hit “The Gift”, a rebirth of “The

First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” that sired an alleged four hundred

remixes (eat that, “Born Slippy”). See: “UB Devoid‘s" tectonic

lusciousness, soaring like a runaway hover board when the rest of the

scene seemed content to animate eighteen-year-olds. The albums that

spawned them, Way Out West (1997) and Intensify (2001), were replete

with commercial potential-so much so that the duo cut loose for

2004’s Don’t Look Now, galvanizing hordes at a sun kissed Glastonbury

when they hit them with the airbrakes of “Anything But You”.

Fast forward to 2009, and Messrs Warren and Wisternoff unveiled We Love Machine: their fourth full album

in sixteen years of partnership. The Way Out West LPs come slowly,

like comets, but when they hit it’s with the impact of alien

technology:Nick’s marriage to his beloved Global Underground line

keeps him pinned to a factory of innovators, and Jody’s nu disco

sidestep with Starstrings showed he can dish out the hits

like a cruiserweight. If the Spaceman EP got your neck

hairs prickling, you can expect stars to fall when you experience

We Love Machine.