N.M.O. ( Diag031 ) Hot Launch Lounge
N.M.O. djs and friends
And yet another record presentation evening at Staalplaat store! An event to celebrate the arrival of the new N.M.O. album on Diagonal Records presented with special guest DJ's as well as a listening session accompanied by N.M.O.'s own (well it's made by Alexander Krone) hot chili sauce called 'No Me Olvidarás' ('you won't forget me') that goes with the record and also special spiced up drinks.
The record including hot sauce sauce will be available at the event. Come hang and get spicy with DJ sets by:
19:00 Jasss (Mannequin)
20:00 N.M.O. (Diagonal)
21:00 Novoline (Ecstatic)
>>>Facebook event: https://www.facebook.com/events/209634412782156
About the record:
"At long fxcking last N.M.O. execute their crazed debut album for Diagonal, distilling the playful calisthenics of their laptop and drum kit live show in a totally unique manner that somehow deconstructs and alliterates tracky acid techno with avant no-wave rock, computer music and the kind of snare-driven tattoos coming out of Portugal’s Príncipe label. Best just call it Military Space Music…
Cleft as two corresponding but individual sides entitled Nordic Mediterranean Organisation & Numerous Miscommunications Occur, it finds the Romantic Viking duo ratcheting the psychotomimetic intensity of their previous tape and trio of 12”s for Anòmia, The Death of Rave and Where To Now? according to their central mantra of As Strict As Possible, resulting in 5 alarming, powerful dancefloor raids intersected by infuriating locked grooves, or Neoliberal Madness Offering #1-4, plus a series of barking trained Unit drills.
The razor sharp and raucous results don’t sit comfortably in any pre-ordained category, preferring to scythe their own route thru the time-flattened field of contemporary music by employing the fundamentals of physical pressure and precise psychoacoustic frequencies in a disciplined pursuit of new, syncretic sensations that toy with rave convention and serve to demystify notions of aerobic mysticism.
Nose to tail, they spell out their ideas with playfully pedantic attention to detail, whether physically making you get up to nudge the needle from its pervasive locked groove, putting you thru your paces in their German Trained Unit challenges, or simply driving you to delirium in the album’s full blown dance tracks.
Cut almost a side-a-piece for optimal intensity, those five dance cuts veer from the clashing sharp and wet, tight-but-distended dichotomies of RIYL Roma to the ploughing pneu-beta bass drum and giddy top end tickle of New Bulgaria on the Nordic Mediterranean Organisation plate, to take in the scuffling, compartmented swerve and teeth-chattering acid of Armchair Evader and what is, for our money, the album’s massive highlight in the squashed, miltantric cadence of Double Arm on the Numerous Miscommunications Occur side.
In essence, N.M.O.’s first LP serves as both a puckish middle finger and a sore thumb in modern dance music’s bloated face, stripping it all down to muscle, nerves and bones in a way that’s somehow intuitive and counter-intuitive at the same time, hyperfresh but primordial and properly ravenous on the ‘floor."