Of all the crazed producers from the heyday of England's
acid house mania,
Peter Ford has remained the most relevant by reinventing himself as a master of deep
minimal techno passages. His 1996 album
Headphoneasyrider pointed the way for the current wave of German minimal funksters such as
Thomas Brinkmann and
Steve Bug while
Sacred Machine continues on this dark voyage. But what makes
Ford's music stand out from the current crop is the fact that his acid umbilical cord remains uncut. Within these land-mapping
techno movements, you will still find traces of the rambunctious acid days of
"Chikki Chikki Ahh Ahh/Fordtrax," be it the shimmering 16th-note hi-hats on
"Bad Friday" or the carnival-esqe acid bleeps that drift in and out of
"Tea Party." No matter how po'faced these tracks may seem on the surface, you can tell that the dilated spirit of raving excess still lingers in the back of
Ford's mind. The gapping space between the bubbling beats of
"Word for Word" is eventually filled with the archetypical galactic siren speaking, "Time waits for no man." It would be an awful cliche at the hands of anyone other than one of the originator of
techno's mystical acid experiences. Even if
Ford chooses to exist in the realm of
techno chin-strokers, as he does with the
Rhythm & Sound-referencing
dub beat of
"The Healing," he still places a divine female vocal deep in the mix to remind you that even the most serious of
techno exploration can still be uplifting spiritually if not chemically. ~ Joshua Glazer
