Critics are already attempting to provide a context for such stylistic diversity in this century's social and technological upheavals. But the postmodern sensibility, which has indeed transformed truths into vicissitudes, is misunderstood. Ours is a time not of anomie, but of mystery. With its slippery cut-and-paste aesthetic and obliteration of all musical rules, what genre better encapsulates the spirit of the era than dub? Today, even notoriously unfunky indie rockers are hearing dub's call.
Documenting the expeditions of the most far-flung of '90s stylistic adventurers is a daunting job, but Kevin Martin is almost machinelike in his obsession. As a critic for England's The Wire music magazine, Martin is a relentless chronicler of musical wandering. In his three bands (God, Ice, and Techno Animal), he's a fellow traveler. And as an album compiler, he has mapped the new terrain he and his cohorts have discovered on two albums of forward-thinking music. Isolationism gathered, defined, and celebrated minimalist soundscapers whose music targeted the subconscious. While important to fans of ambient's avant-garde, the record reflected the narrow focus of its title. But Macro Dub Infection, Volume One is epochal, spanning the gamut of this century's musical modes, fusing their disparate elements into a cohesive whole.
In "Scientist Meets the Ghost Captain" (the collection of quotes serving as Macro Dub's liner notes), Martin frames the history of dub, dance, rock, jazz, and modern classical music with the commentary of performers, artists, and scholars -- and his own editorial remarks. Linear time is disregarded, as quotes from this era and those past are cut and pasted into an informational collage. An epigram from 11th-century assassin Hassan i Sabbah -- one that has caught the eye of artistic rebels from Albert Camus to Jim Carroll -- here epitomizes Macro Dub's postmodern ethos: "Nothing is true, everything is permitted."
Martin opens Macro Dub with the traditional-style dub of the Disciples' "The Struggle of Life." Reggae rhythms are bathed with echo while a crazed MC spouts a revolutionary diatribe. Among the more traditional artists on the compilation, including the Rootsman, Two Badcard, and Iration Steppas, the Disciples stand tall, but their song merely illustrates dub's beginnings, in effect highlighting how much more inventive a form it is today. Nowhere is dub's development more evident than on the track that follows; Spring Heel Jack's "Double Edge Dub" is one of the collection's sharpest tracks.
The echoed, new-age piano sounds that start the piece do not bode well, but when drums and bass kick in, "Double Edge Dub" is drenched in a caffeinated rush of sound that kicks up a fierce fight between beauty and the beat. Skittering, spasmodic blasts of snare and visceral bass booms batter the phased, synthetic strings and tinkly piano accompaniment into merciful submission. But the energy that infuses the "song" is completely outstripped by that of the duo 4-Hero.
One of the originators of jungle techno, 4-Hero has cooked up drum, bass, and sound-effect experiments for several years, but the lab explodes on "The Paranormal in 4 Form," an everything-goes number that gleefully fractures musical syntax. The song is driven by a battery of computers, keyboards, and effects, yet sounds completely unplanned as it ebbs and flows in a quiet and completely negligible manner. Then a heavily reverberated, slo-mo dub beat drops into the background, only to be silenced when the spaciness resumes. After a few minutes, once the listener has virtually sunken into a stupor, a lightning-fast break beat, like loping hip-hop drums shifting into super-overdrive, leaps in, phasing through myriad permutations. Disorienting pitch-shifted sounds dislodge any complacency the lulling intro may have established. Then the track transforms again with gentle, electric piano chordings over a rim-shot rhythm, finishing with an early '80s electrobeat reminiscent of Afrika Bambaataa.
Other than the Golden Palominos, Macro Dub's only American contribution is by the Chicago collective Tortoise. Beginning as a Slint-influenced math-rock group, Tortoise has turned against the white-boy indie dismissal of samplers -- shunned because of the American premium on live performance -- not only accepting technology, but using it as an integral part of its futuristic compositions.
"Goriri" is a remix of a Tortoise single, and the treatment it receives here (in the spirit of Rhythms, Resolutions, and Clusters, Tortoise's amazing deconstructionist remix of its entire first album) transforms it into a wholly new composition. Like 4-Hero, Tortoise approaches "Goriri" from a different mind-set than other Macro Dub sound-sculptors. By embracing the malleability of song form allowed by dub, rather than concerning itself with the end function (i.e., a finished composition), "Goriri," whose off-kilter starts and stops move from hyperquiet murmurings to extreme blasts of dub grooves, creates a new form that does not rely on traditional tempos. It's Tortoise's collective inner clock that matters, not the steady tap of metronomic time.
This thinking parallels Ornette Coleman's complicated (and perhaps unverbalizable -- even by Coleman) harmolodic theory. Relying more on the confrontational attitude that music depends on more than the organization of the conventional scale's 12 tones, Tortoise twists traditional times and sounds to produce a jumbled, rambling work of genius.
While Spring Heel Jack, 4-Hero, and Tortoise contribute Macro Dub's elite tracks, the dark dub of Bedouin Ascent, Skull vs. Ice, Wagon Christ, Scorn, and Automaton is nearly as inventive: Bottom-heavy bass lines and hip-hop beats are mixed with malevolent atmospherics to effect an eerie malaise. Earthling's "Nothingness" sounds like Public Enemy DJ Terminator X broadcasting from Venus: Old-school scratching, a feedback solo, and squelchy melodies color in the sparse outline of a rumbling bass under laid-back rapping reminiscent of A Tribe Called Quest's Q-Tip. Modern dub hero Mad Professor lifts the bass line from the Jackson 5's "ABC" for a psychedelic dub extravaganza, while trip-hop king Tricky remixes "Pumpkin" from his Maxinquaye album into an ambient torch song peppered with oddly placed growls and squeaks.
But any survey that strives to be comprehensive is bound to cover some barren turf. The collection's weaker compositions threaten to become rote; many simply match wan sound effects to blunt beats. The strongest tracks, however, indicate that the virus Macro Dub is really infecting us with is the future.