Remute’s Denis Karimani is a man who is motivated and influenced by the experience of playing live. He’s gone so far as to develop an iPhone app that will allow clubbers to tweak his synth parameters or drum lines as he he’s performing (yes, the “Remute Control”). He also creates tunes on-the-fly, which is where most of the tracks on The Orgy come from. This feedback has meant that he’s moved from more hi-fi friendly territory since his eponymous first album to The Orgy, where it’s clear that he’s often aiming for maximum dance floor effectiveness—when he’s not padding things out with dubby interludes for the home listener.
The type of technoid electro house that Remute made his name on is still there in tracks like “The Clearance Pt. 1,” but it’s been given a big-room, Chemical Brothers flavour on The Orgy. “Good News” is sun-hazed disco tech, a track that would fit smoothly at a beach party or at home on a balmy afternoon. But even that has his idiosyncratic signature, a brash, mash-up feel brought about by low-quality 8-bit equipment. “Hop” clicks and pops along like a broken Amiga console, with big synth builds where the knobs are tweaked just past feasibility, and “Allnight Allright Forever” is bombastic, a particularly strong example of his hands-in-the-air qualification method.
He manages the translation into a coherent album with some success. There’s a balance between calm and frantic, but it’s a balance where the weights are far from equal, leading to partial instability. “Everything” and “Nothing” are deep, dark insectoid ambience which contrast with the stompers, but it’s ambient or stomper: There’s nothing in between. Elsewhere, tracks like “Absolutely” start promisingly then display their gig-grown loopiness too strongly, feeling a few studio hours away from finished album material.
The Orgy has the energy of a live experience, and the variation of a studio album, but the two are mixed in a somewhat incongruous way. Nevertheless, it’s all-out fun done with flair and individuality, and there’s not much more that most party heads would ask for. Sometimes that’s enough.