Raudive

Raudive a.k.a. Oliver Ho heads home with two guilty dancefloor pleasures. Gritty surface, smoove bottom. For those damp, dimly lit cellar clubs - low ceilings, fog, smoke and all that. “Ruins” runs a relentless groove against angular guitar overtones, blowing out the valves of its amplifier. Metal sheets, rusty strings, sweaty bodies. “Visitor” is built on a naughty percussion sequence and is elevated by a morphed girl’s inquiring voice straight out of a 1984 Shibuya version of Blade Runner.