Premiere: Archarné Innocence And Suburbia Mix

Archarné Innocence And Suburbia

Berlin via Sydney DJ/producer Rick Bull has earned a legion of fans for his brilliant exploits as Deepchild on labels like Get Physical, Face II Face, Thoughtless, and Trapez. Since 2014 he’s attained the highest of professional highs, including playing Berghain/Panorama Bar last in 2015 as Concubine with Noah Pred where he “felt both honored, elated and strangely disconnected afterwards – hovering 6 feet behind my body.”

A breakup, losing friends, crisscrossing around the world on tour and a new relationship led him to dive into new musical waters. He surfaced as Acharné, a stark, minimal/ambient project espousing gorgeous, emotionally vulnerable music intended to help him make sense of so many changes in his life.

Today Bull releases Archarné’s full-length debut, Innocence And Suburbia. He says, “It’s the rawest collection, sonically, I’ve produced in decades – reading more like a curious live-performance than a unified thesis. There are so many of these little sonic ‘fragments’ hidden in hard-drives, and here are some which felt adequate to share for now.

“It’s an offering to those I love in cities which have meant to much to me. To those who have taken me in. It’s a requiem of sorts too, and a celebration of strange new things to come. A farewell, a ‘thank you so’, and pause of drink in the wonder and ferocity of change.”

Here’s the world premiere of an exclusive mixed version of the album which Bull put together. Hit the play button and enjoy.

Album Review: Deepchild / ‘Neukolln Burning’ (Thoughtless Music)

★★★★☆

Deepchild adopts the mantle of prodigal son when it comes to expressing a laboratory-tested digital sludge. Like techno dirt sieved through a hi-spec filter, Rick Bull shakes up beakers, holds up test tubes to whatever light he can find and uses Petri dishes for turntables.

The scientific slant naturally serves tech/deep house cold as the Australian goes native in Berlin by grasping the sterile feel of up-down machinery, though Bull makes a good fist of adding warmth in places, coming up for air before moving down the next corridor. Doing its research far removed from civilisation also means Deepchild can plug in and fire away as abrasively as he wants. The icy blast of “Riyadh,” defined by a patent howl of wind in the distance, and the frankly magnificent battering “I Woke and You Were Smiling”, deliver two loud-as-they-like scavengers of the night, although “Rage” manages to hold itself together.

Bizarre manifestations of the familiar, presumably through isolation getting the better of its professor, rewires Christina Aguilera and Redman out of the boxing ring and into the scary webs of “Dirty Cutlery.” Another trademark has “Then We Dissolved” haunting in its hammering, releasing ghosts from their frozen state of playing dubstep’s mournful accomplice. Clinically, surgically sharp, yet always of a complete rhythmicity, Deepchild smoulders in every sense of the word.
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