Boris Bunnik re-activates his Versalife project for an outing on Austria’s Trust, and while Nova Prospekt is full of trademark pulses of sonic, cosmic, radiation, and wide, rainy sweeps of atmospherics there is, here and there, a slightly less recognizable steeliness at work underneath a lot of the material.
Versalife remains one of the big electro projects that people from outwith the scene are probably familiar with. It’s not all that surprising; beyond Bunnik’s work as the well-known Conforce, Versalife’s music draws from a pool of sounds and influences which are hardly exclusive to electro, and as a result it feels hybrid in its creation – electro beats, certainly, and a bit of techno’s grunt as well as something less tangible, less immediately obvious.
Here that intangible quality works its way between the notes and into the fabric of the music. Echoes Of A Resonant Cascade hooks deliberately lopsided beats of glass with fragments of shimmering light. It does so with subtle nods to the rainy textures once so common to the expansive horizons of earlier IDM. It lends the tune a downbeat mood, one which is never far from the surface across the whole EP.
Part of that comes from an air of quiet experimentalism which informs much of the music, and heavily supported by Bunnik’s love of expansive synths and pads. They build and roll like clouds in Autumn, changing shape and meaning as they unfurl. Occasionally they overstep their mark. Nova Prospekt itself fills the empty space between the chiming bassline with drifting and silvery pads, but they draw the nascent groove away from the bass, which hints at deep, prowling, funk, and aims the tune towards the sky instead of letting it get its feel dirty in the dance.
2 A Spacts finds a remedy for this gentle intrusion by shifting itself a bit more, shortening the time available for introspection while keeping open wide avenues for the atmospherics to paint their pictures. There is a vibe of proto-rave here; not frenetic nor posturing, just a simple sense of self which adds a bite to the drums and propels it along with a greater purpose. The closer, Exosuit is a compressed, nervy, twist of electronics on a spine of clattering beats. It’s sparseness a counterpoint to the rest of the EP, and it cleverly retools the overarching mood, turning the shining highs into shadow-filled depths.
Do I love Nova Prospekt? I’m not sure I do. But I’m not sure it’s a record which is supposed to elicit love. It’s so measured, so precise in its tonal shifts and use of swirling, frosty, synths that it instead demands respect for something that falls beyond the usual remit of dance music as a whole. In this it is once again evocative of early IDM, and the sense that the electronics, the man-machine, could be pushed further than the framework allowed, if they could avoid becoming trapped in a newer structure of orthodoxy.
When Nova Prospekt does come into its own, though, such as on the fuzzy and funky Echoes Of A Resonant Cascade, or Exosuit’s tight emptiness, all of those structures come together, the grooves informing the structure, the structure guiding the grooves. As parts of electro continue to deepen themselves, its worth stopping here for a moment to witness the fact that balance can give the music something that transcends trends and draw heavily on a tradition of electronic sounds which served to unlock worlds as much as moods.