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True, there is nothing particularly "girlie" about Luke Slater. Known for his feral breed of hard electro and mean, driving techno, he does not appear to be the sort of chap who would glide about in a pair of dainty white roller skates and satin hot pants. A veteran break dancer who eventually managed to fit more than 40 singles and six full-lengths under his b-boy belt, Slater is dead serious about making the fattest beats alive.
"I was initially attracted to electro in the early '80s because it was hard music, rough music," says Slater, who began DJing in London back in 1988. "It was rhythm with attitude and noise. Electro appeared to me as real music, as compared to the watered-down stuff that was around at the time on the radio. Pac Man, Knights of the Turntable, Afrika Bambaataa, Solsonic Force: This was the music that moved me. The philosophy of electro is always what I live with. When I'm writing songs, that freshness is what I try to put into whatever I do. Electro changed my life, so it's forever built within me."
Although electro is quite audibly the foundation for Slater's work, do not expect retro regurgitation on Wireless, an aggressively funky album that combines the purist elements of electronic music's American roots with Slater's own vision of high-volume, late-night dance-floor grooves. Along with partner Al Sage, Slater created the entire album using manipulated radio frequencies and music software downloaded from the Internet; while the sound is rich with rhythmic and tonal complexities, Slater proves that electronica is one of the most accessible arts.
A more straight-ahead followup to his techno-steeped 1997 release Freek Funk, Slater updates the early '80s electro sound here with enough woofer-pounding bass to reconfigure a listener's internal organs. "This album's got some wretched power," warns Slater. "If you play some of those old electro records now against mine -- and those old records are like holy shrines to me -- you'll see that because of technology, there's more power in the music now. And that's why I wanted to get back into electro: I wanted to bring the power back. I'm definitely against retro, but no one ever creates anything original; it's all elements of the past. I wanted to make Wireless stretch from the newest school to the oldest school."
But while electro seems to be the hottest late '90s trend (everyone from U.K. house heads Cassius and early acid house innovator Andy Weatherall to Miami's own Phoenecia is experimenting and revamping its simple, hip-hop derived, sub-bass structure), techno, the other root of inner-city machine sounds, has become a dirty word. Was it perhaps the German gas-mask technophiles that removed the soul and sexiness from the houselike sound pioneered by the Detroit godfathers Juan Atkins, Kevin Saunderson, and Derrick May in the mid-'80s? Although techno is the other basis for Slater's sound, he'd prefer that we bury the stigmatized term.
"People keep on using the word techno but they don't know what they're talking about," says Slater. "It's a bit sad. For me techno has always meant electronic music, plain and simple. In England the word techno got into the press quite a lot, but they got hold of the wrong angle of techno. They latched on to the stuff that had no rhythm in it. For me the original techno goes back to the '80s, what the original Detroit guys did. Since then, even though I'm sort of classified that way, techno for me is like a basis. It's not even a form of electronic music; it just is electronic music."
Slater is particularly disturbed by the fact that the electronic-music realm is plagued by a set of terminologies that not only isolates producers and listeners, but that also warps the very definition of dance music. Some terms, he insists, are downright offensive.