Album: Extract E.P.
Concept 7 desperately wants to be The Prodigy.
Really. With a touch of Pitchshifter, minus the intelligence and social relevance.
Concept 7 seems to think that by throwing very techno dance beats along, some guitar-like synth cords, and tweaky noises in with bad Prodigy-like vocals that are just random phrases thrown out together that we’ll enjoy this crap. Sure, it sounds like something playing in a generic dance club within an action movie. But it’s really not all that impressive and the vocals are fucking bothersome.
Allow me to demonstrate.
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Now, if you can announce those lyrics over a club-friendly electronica beat of, say, 140 bpm, then you’ve just created a project comparable to Concept 7.
The fact that it’s trying to co-opt industrial tones ires me. And the fact that this has better production quality that many mainstream industrial albums is a damned shame.
At least if you ever need to license music for your action movie’s generic club scene where everyone is writing in slow-motion (and likely water or perspiration, as well), then you know who to call.
from ReGen Magazine (~5/2005)