As anounced elsewhere, finally Eating Betty's "every spoil a DUB" appears on our shitty little planet. Thanks to someone special I was able to grab the CD from my postbox before leaving to Berlin. After the business stuff, I've had a good time with old friends and some poets* (MC Jabber really rocks!) there. Right now I'm sitting under the surveillance of at least a dozen of robocops** in the train back to Hamburg, a weak autumn sun fighting bravely through the clouds ... northeastern german wastelands.
In my ears the new piece from NYC ... starting slowly and a promising deep bass (wrong equipment here, but the neighbours have been warned). Never losing track off (the) roots. Pieces of voices from somewhere, disturbing, echoing in the back of the songs and listening mind ... And of course, again the typical Eating Betty guitar: not quite fitting to a dub setup (and if you listened to some of the other
ACEtone projects you'll find out for sure, that he knows to play dirty rock'n'roll as well ...), but lurking around the edges, filling in the gaps of echos, somehow present adding something handmade and easy.
A very nice cd of dub that doesn't share the (often) sterile atmosphere of this category. Roots and influences are not just mixed up, everything went through the special Eating Betty evolution process first. This is nicely put together with original and unique selfmade parts. And: There is always something warm and human in it based on human voices and "real" instruments. And warmth and humanity is a lot in this dark age. As my (so far - may change after further hearing) favourite track is titled: Goodness Dub.
So, if you're ready for dub, eager to shake your ass or just curious gegenglueck recommends this one. I was told it's available in every good online shop, but if you go out and demand it at your favourite record shop, the dealer could benefit from widening his horizon as well.
* Sorry, but I do NOT link to MyShit.
**After recounting: alone in this part of the train there is a robocop for every four of the passengers. Probably I'm surrounded by grannies with bombs in their purses, toddlers with pumpguns in their bagpack, nerds with laptops hacking into everything, every second passenger is reading "how to build a bomb"-books hidden behind bestseller covers ... a society of terrorists. And old men with ballpens, printing the internet day by day, are the last ones standing to fight it with robocops, surveillance, fascistic laws ...
