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By now, Holy Fuck should be credited for defining their own place within dance music culture. But nothing as unconsciously abstract as Deleter has solidified their identity. As Congrats was amped up and extended from their album Latin, Holy Fuck’s latest touring culminated a data bank of found sounds and pieces that serve as field notes to their soundchecks, sonic sketches of random aural thoughts, snippets of sounds, and general jams.
For Brian Borscherdt, these digital folders became his epiphany; the album wrote itself. And with that, Deleter is Holy Fuck’s Mago Tago. Where Can read between the lines, Borscherdt and the guys find importance with the music outside of the realm of these lines..
Holy Fuck enlists Hot Chip’s Alexis Taylor to conjoin humanity and technology. Taylor’s sole purpose as a vocalist is to provide an exodus to the song “Luxe.” Unless you are a tech fiend, it’s not important that Taylor recorded his vocals at Third Man Studio through a 1947 Voice-O-Graph. What is important is the effect of when Taylor’s voice transcends into the rest of the music and how it serves to amplify the necessity of their aural message. The beats, the emotion and how it merges dance floor philosophy: it’s that moment you lose control. It’s a feeling of revelation for the band, and it invades the subconscious. Here is where Holy Fuck is at the core of pushing the value of electronic music into a distinct artform.
The title track is defiance. They open up the throttle to push polyrhythms into a bass thump frenzy that we got back in Latin. “Endless” feels influenced from Jaki Leibezeit’s persistent Can-like tempo and turns it into hues and textures that burn colors like Ui de Rico. It feels dreamy and fantastical.
They let their hair down on “No Error” and have fun experimenting with various elements of noise therapy intermingled with minimalist boogie bass. Comparatively, it borderlines on silly without being ostentatious.
We fall back into krautrock territory on “San Sebastian.” No matter what lengths Holy Fuck goes to, they manage to keep it contained in bite size chunks feeling out moderation. The band triumphs on “Ruby,” a song that interlocks club thumping and turns it into layer after layer housed under a dissonant canopy. Man becomes the machine.
Deleter is an album about Holy Fuck’s influences as much as it is about them being influencers. It does not put this album above anything else they have previously done. Deleter serves as a remarkable addition to a career of moving music forward. Brilliant job!