Intelligence and Sacrifice [Explicit Lyrics]

Alec Empire is a very angry man, and this album is concerned with much the same subject matter as his work in Atari Teenage Riot; armageddon, demise of culture, hatred of pop culture. However, it has been developed to a far higher standard and contains some incredible riffs and beats.

The second CD is not one which I originally liked, and although I have since warmed to it, its not one which I listen to frequently. Written to be played looped continually, it skitters from idea to idea in a fascinating yet disorientating way.

In short, this is a fantastic album but requires patience to get the full benefit. More people should know about this - a magnificent and important record.

The sharp connotations of the phrase "Welcome to a lifestyle that you can't buy into" in "Path of Destruction" see a return to form of Empire, a snarling, intense and dark figure that has remixed Primal Scream and Bjork amonst others, and has been equally influenced on and by the legendary Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails. The provocatively named "Everything Starts with a F**k" sets the record along the lines of extremism, with the euphoric "Ride" being the dark trance that could be expected in clubs, and the first single "Addicted to You", that is just amazing. The most striking song is the painful "... And Never Be Found", a blistering track that sees Empire whispering over the harrowing noise of a subway background. The most surreal is the second part of "New World Order", the last minutes are an unending fury of the sound of the Digital Hardcore mixing desk in flames! the sound of metal skin being torn inside your stereo and into your ears. It leaves you feeling that nothing, nothing could be so intense, so vital, so passionate.

And then you get the CD2 of the package, what Empire has himself described as "a trip through hell". A garden of channels of noise are defaced here to something that shows the extreme of extreme, the evidence of a talented genius in extreme pain. 2641998, reprised and bookended at the end of the album, extends to half its duration, a loop of repeated clashes and surreal rises and falls. It shelves and closely guards seven intense tracks, the lowest being "Alec's Ladder". The first thing that strikes you is that the absense of words is suffocating, that the freefall of sound is something that allows the tracks to run into and beyond each other. It is not controlled, what would make this seem to be incoherent actually makes it fragile, and all the more powerful. Parallels of the excellent "Limited Editions 1990-1994" album are seem here, especially on the tracks "Parallel Universe" and "Electric Bodyrock". Granting an analogue fusion with bars of intense digital expression, layers of white noise cut and pasted so effectively, the sonics are unreal. It, as always, proves that distorted beats create pain as a voice never could, and yet somehow create the impression of a low, barely auditable scream that drones through the full 72 mintues of the second CD.

Having never been able to favour the "shouty punk" over the "ambient trance", this can be seen as an introduction and an end to what Empire's music is about. Not unlike "The Geist of Alec Empire" for his dance, this seems to unify his work together, as well as, no doubt, his own and unique ways of coming to terms with his pain. the only thing that could make this excellent bodywork more impressive is the intensity in its production by an artist that only gets better and better.

Cd One: mad industrial grinding beats and noise with the ol' Empire screaming away as usual. Got some right tunes on it too - Addicted To You, The Ride, NWO. All stormers, good jumping-up-and-down music for sure.

CD2 : Electronica madness! Some really dark, harsh listening mixed up with totally dance-able grooves and rhythms. Mad stuff - really worth hearing.

Can't get enough of this record!