THE EMPEROR MACHINE
space beyond the egg - rough trade exclusive with bonus mix cd

rough trade exclusive with a bonus hour long mix cd with a selection of dc stuff (including padded cell, oscillation, depth charge, higamos hogamos, kelpe, arcadion, big two hundred) handpicked by andy meecham (aka the emperor machine) that's worth the admission price alone. exquisitely simple, yet enormously complex, the egg is one of nature's marvels. it is one of the most nutrient dense of foods yet one of the most inexpensive food sources of complete protein available on the planet earth. what then should we expect from an egg that hasn't come from earth but from outer space? science fiction has attempted to fathom this question in numerous ways over the years, with often absurd and ridiculous results! in truth it has taken a man from stafford to realize the true nature of the cosmic egg, and indeed look further than it's perfect mottled surface, into the abyss that we cannot name, but can in fact listen to...that man is andy meecham, a stalwart of sonic mongering that has travelled a long and deviant road through numerous musical incarnations to get to this point. from the childlike innocence of bizarre inc, to the adolescent fury of chicken lips, meecham has passed through these guises and arrived, fully formed at last, as the emperor machine. previous albums 'aimee tallulah is hypnotised' (2004) and 'vertical tones and horizontal noise' (2006), as well as more than a dozen singles and countless remixes (from mark ronson to moby, daft punk to franz ferdinand) have helped refine and smooth his imperial vision, not to mention the numerous live shows all over the world since the inception of the live emperor machine last summer. all of this has lead to this moment, his third full-length album, which shall henceforth be known as 'space beyond the egg'. the egg itself can be split into many parts. from album opener 'the frontist' - pregnant with menacing funk, to the droopy and lead-footed disco of 'hairy knuckle'; the mantric swing of 'kananana' with its lethal vocal hook, to the strange amniotic cascades of 'silvercape', not to mention the lurking deviant that is 'dave gent' or the afro-cosmic reverie of 'you clapper'. attempting to describe these tracks in words is, of course, academic and irrelevant when compared with the actual listening experience. put quite simply, this is music for your insides that will help turn you inside out. this is the sound of the dream of whatever it is that lies inside the egg: its' near perfect conception of the space beyond. enter that space with the help of the emperor machine.....