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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
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.