Underworld always used to be based in Essex, at least back when I knew them. In many ways, the place became a defining feature of their music – for want of a less flowery metaphor, the sound was coming from somewhere where the claustrophobia of the big city could be viewed from the expansive headspace at the end of the tube line. At their best, they are something akin to Iain Sinclair’s psychogeography set to electronic machine ghost pulses. Morse code music beamed back from another planet. Their website evolves daily. It’s great – it’s art, it’s music, it’s interesting. Check it here.
Robin Turner