Electronica's Kingdom Comes

Los Angeles's Mannequin Lung creates shuddering rhythms that seem to approximate a dog falling pell-mell down a flight of stairs (complete with what may be computer-processed barks), while Wisconsin's Stewart Walkertakes a gentler approach to that same tumble. The songs on his most recent Stabilesalbum spiral outward in a somewhat gingerly fashion, slowly building in intensity, but the end result is just as discombobulating.

A number of Beta Bodega's own local figures (Hamijama, Patcha Kutek, TPM) should also be spinning, though considering the often-bewildering frequency with which they develop new and multiple alter egos, it's nigh impossible to nail down which ones will be appearing for sure.

Danny Tenaglia

MC Conrad

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The evening's highlight should be the turn at the decks by Detroit's Daniel Bell, easily one of the most underrated of the Motor City's techno roster. Bell himself remains largely out of the media spotlight, forgoing much of the international touring circuit that occupies the time of his peers, instead letting his records rack up the frequent-flier miles for him. Indeed it's hard to imagine a truly soulful set of techno being spun anywhere without at least one of Bell's twelve inches in it; at the very least, Bell's music stands as a rejoinder to those who see techno as being sterile by inherent design. Songs such as "Losing Control" or "Work That Shit" are everything their titles imply: gloriously sloppy churners whose squelching keyboard lines seem to constantly morph in on themselves. The net effect is akin to standing in the surf while the waves crash down all around.