All tracks are written and produced by Frank Heinrich for Cadenza Records, published by Copyright Control / (p) & (c) Cadenza Records 2007. Mastered by Rashad, Dubplates and Mastering. Distributed by wordandsound.net.
Cadenza Records introduces another new signing to the label: Reboot, aka Frank Heinrich. After releasing tracks for Combi.int and i220 with his former partner Delle in the duo Delle-Heinrich, the 30-year-old Frankfurt musician takes a dramatic step forward as Reboot, an alias dedicated to grooves both darkly emphatic and dazzlingly polyrhythmic. Launched only a year ago, Heinrich's Reboot project is so far responsible for the well-received "Charlotte" for Frankfurt's Below label as well as a recent remix for Greek duo Lemos & Kreon, on Be-Chosen. Where "Charlotte" was suffused with sweetness and light and tentative time-keeping, Reboot's debut EP for Cadenza Records is considerably darker.
Churning and implacable, "Be Tougher" follows its own instructions over the course of its 10-and-a-half-minute arc. Buffeted by blasts of white noise and brittle chords that might be the scraped stings of a guitar's bridge, "Be Tougher" slowly uncurls into a powerful, Latin-tinged house groove with uneasy techno overtones. Artfully tuned percussion suggests a roiling chord progression, and periodic, spindly bursts of melody offer lines of flight up and out of the din. "Here I am," proclaims an ominous voice, but the declaration comes as no surprise: as long as the track's grit-caked cogs and gears keep turning, there's nowhere else to be.
"Letters" begins with similar tricks: the shuffling flourishes of Latin percussion, pointillistic stabs of color, and waves of sub-bass that seem to slide ever deeper into the earth. Over the course of four minutes it builds and builds, insistent and commanding. And then a curious thing happens: a slow bloom of mid-range melody comes curling out of the shadows sounding almost like "Orange Mistake" chopped and screwed, slowed to a syrupy drip and punctuated by an overdriven triplet throb. Careening from side to side like a doomed but determined ship, the track reaches an unexpected shore as the sounds of African chants and percussions grow louder and louder, jubilant and mournful all at once. An audio mirage? A hallucination? It's impossible to tell, because they're gone almost as soon as they appear, leaving the track to carve into calmer waters and cruise steadily, confidently home.