Umek's early "Sample Rate" release tramples down on whoever might be listening like a dispersed detonation. Vociferating, truculent beats will make your skin become chapped, and the gaudy, crude and revolting badger biting from the synth department will tear asunder your cerebrum once all the moisture evaporates out of it.In particular, 22050 and 48000 harass and pester persistently, the former with its spattering drum smacks and ejecting that stubborn leave-you-beat-black-and-blue loop in short bursts with spitting sounds, while the latter gives thorough batterings all over via its lavish, extravagant and irascible synth stabs.The remainder doesn't let you put Umek's credentials under a question mark though. Not to benumb you with obsolete details, you know the psycho drill here: too hard and incompatible for any dance floor, thrashing and plain possessed by a fixed idea of bringing sound irritation to a new level - voila - it is here. Leaving your sanity pillaged of any common sense or reason, as many of his early releases on Absense or ZET, "Sample Rate" leads to an inevitable devaluation of good taste and dissolves your defensive tactics techniques like sand castles hit by fifty foot tsunami waves. A lot of undiluted distortion and machine driven ambrosia causing involuntary irritable aggression, and I damn love that!

i enjoyed your review far more than the record =)