o n e a r m
has always been a group impossible to define, impossible
to pigeon-hole. Like a sudden meteor riding on no-wave influences,
they've been sculpting into reality the melodic elements
of a machine which captivates and hypnotises in a dual atmosphere
of surface steel and true melancholy.
With a double graft of La Machoire's rythmic bulldozer
section, one arm reafirms its direction. Dilip and Rico
play it cool, like body-guards or Reservoir Dogs killers,
their job is done effectively and without show, like a
gentle tidal wave moving the new formula towards the maturity
of their unique style - genuine trance.
With two bass, two drums, an electronic frame-up and
a repertoire flowing in mid-tempo on a motorway lined
with kaleidoscopic landscapes, a mechanism overcast by
a clever and repetitive chant, the melodic ambiance of
their new songs is u n s t o p p a b l e
