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HALC 021LP
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IVVVO mounts an ambitious debut album for Rabit's Halcyon Veil with doG, a double-LP of synth-driven panoramas painted in neon, riddled with rave tropes and rendered in hyperrealist, cinematic sound design. The follow-up to Good, Bad, Baby, Horny (2017) sees him unpackage and build upon that EP in all directions at once in a viscerally corporeal and sorely emotional salvo intended to be taken as his definitive opus to date. Across its 15 songs the London-based, Portuguese producer spells out a narrative as vividly hypermodern as a Nicolas Winding Refn flick but set in the fashionista underbelly of London, with crucial assistance on two of the album's highlights coming from soundtrack composer and Hollywood Medieval producer Maxwell Sterling. Like a magpie with fancy taste, IVVVO picks the shiniest and most affective elements of contemporary dance/rock/pop and electronica -- from deconstructed trance synths to blockbuster sound design and choral arrangements -- and then weaves them into searing, reactive expressions of modernity. The results are skizzy, veering from anxious to ecstatic and often in the space of one song. Kicking off with convulsive samples of Korn's Jonathan Davis wedged into the nerve-jangling opener "This Is Dog", the album bleeds with emotion at each step, from the heart-bursting Lorenzo Senni-esque style of "Life" to the clenched and knotted grunge reflux of "Forever Your Mouth" to the visceral, Arca-like incision of "Blade", while two pieces with Maxwell Sterling, the Coil-like arabesque "Untitled" and the vertiginous flight of "Last Days", seal the deal with decadent flourishes. Album design and photography by Lane Stewart and Collin Fletcher. Mastered and cut by Helmut Erler at Dubplates & Mastering, Berlin.
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DN 005EP
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2014 release. IVVVO (Crème Organization, Public Information, Opal Tapes) delivers exquisitely scraped-up sonic explorations and tape-warped techno/house mutations that unfold with intoxicatingly knotty arrangements, queasy atmospheres, and unhurried minor-key motifs. The techno stomp of "Fear" snakes its way through the labyrinthine arrangement and flange-twisted atmospheres, the unhinged "So Much" hobbles toward the finish line clutching broken-sounding Trax-era rhythms, and "Redux" centers on a dark melody and futuristic drum track. The tilting gauziness of the record's deep centerpiece, "Consumed," subtly injects ghostly pitched-up voices into a sea of swells that both soar and growl. "Repetition" features Infinity Frequencies.
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4TH 013EP
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Having already released the breathtaking All Shades of White and Occult albums for Opal Tapes, contributions to the Porto-based Terrain Ahead, and the aptly-named Future EP for Public Information, Portugal-based IVVVO (pronounced e-vo) is the owner of an exquisite palette and a master of a unique language in his music. Emerging from the shadows in a pair of shiny new Nike kicks, IVVVO has effortlessly created some of the most profound and romantic techno tracks in recent years.
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PUBINF 009EP
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"The first in a series of limited edition 12" aimed at the dancefloor. IVVVO, a young producer from Portugal with previous form on Opal Tapes and is closely affiliated with the Photonz crew - The Future EP presents his most exciting work yet. Six transmissions long - vinyl scarred, abrasive, and heartbroken, IVVVO reaches into early UK rave music for inspiration, but twists the end-game. The yearning vocal, the minor key whisper, the shuffling breakbeat, the bleep, the bloop, and the seeping tape-bleed all present. Yet IVVVO mangles these core elements of dance music past into something that sizzles headfirst into 2013. Opening cut 'Darkness in My Soul' kicks off the record in a sad glare of tone bursts, aching lead lines and throbbing kicks. Elsewhere he reaches into his bag for stinging hats and nagging hooks. All tracks clock in shy of five minutes. IVVVO's way is the quick release, the instant blast, the cute melodic touch... smoldering in warehouse black. No time for bloated dance formulas here. And then, the piano. Bookending either side sits a pair of devastating miniatures, played on his grandma's piano, prepared, cloaked in hiss and ending these plates with a kiss of forlorn ambience. A funereal flourish to the death of rave... to the future."
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