This vinyl is an absolute cult classic and a holy grail among UK techno collectors. I have to admit, like many others are willing to (or not), that I was exposed to this gem through Jeff Mills' "Exhibitionist" mix - a great example of how larger public exposure doesn't always imply exclusively negative connotations - over a year after "The Speck Of The Future" was actually released. The track Contact stood out on that mix like a porn star's breasts would do during Sunday sermons in Alabama. Wow, I thought. Years later, and plenty 'wows' later as well, I got the real thing. Miyako is a desert island techno blessing, combining cherubic children chants and large scale, lithosphere quivering off kilter beats to jaw dropping effects. I mean - the soul - yet with exuberant energy and overwhelming club devastation potential. From the heart splicing Detroit keys and pads, to the angelic vocals and very 65D Mavericks-ish percussion, this release starts as strong as eighty percent of others wish they'd sound by the time they get to the lead tune.
Flip to side B, and after a roughly ninety second long beatless piece In Reach, we are exposed to the ferocity of the vinyl's most known track, Contact. Bottom line is that this one single handedly scalps approximately every other tune you'd play in the set after, let alone the ones you dropped before. Landing somewhere between a pissed off Downwards camp coupled with the good old pounding CLAU sound or something similar, Contact nails it home big time; break after break, synth stab after synth stab, bass drop after bass drop... Period! There's so much going on here you will have a hard time focusing on one single layer or element. Or you will just be plain busy dancing your ass off! I don't know, O/V's Killing European Sons comes to mind, or some older Blueprint material (Outline and company...) and Surgeon. Electrifying good techno with torrents of ideas, twists and turns. In an unfortunately all too male dominated scene, when you have a woman dropping goods with this much confidence, maybe it's time we start reconsidering things. What a slammer!
Punk Funk is just that. Not quite as captivating as the previous two offerings, but find me something that is and I owe you a six pack of Stella. A quirky bass line is teased by funkier, relatively relaxed beats, and highly resonating shuffled hi hats. It might come as s cool journey back down to earth after the absolutely outrageous remainder of this EP! It just lacks the overall energy or that something extra unusual, like the God sent chants on Miyako, that would make it stay inside my head days after I remove the needle off the records. As for the rest of this record, it has remained somewhere inside for way more than a few days. Try years, instead. One of my absolute favorites. Great news is, word has it that Paula Temple is back, with a new project in the pipe line!