Tulsa For One Second Remix Project

Uncut (6/03, p.91) - 4 stars out of 5 - "...It's a sustained soft explosion of hushed, aching indietronica....Pulseprogramming are the sound of the perfect moment slipping through your fingers..." The Wire (2/03, p.65) - "All the sharp, cold ridges of the usual electronic sound palette are sheared off and smoothed down on this beguilingly gentle release..." Mojo (Publisher) (5/03, p.108) - 3 stars out of 5 - "...This is accessible, if sometimes austere, modern electronica, distinguished by passages of unmitigated prettiness..."

Pulseprogramming's first album was constructed with alternately enveloping and chilling moods with no regard for typical songcraft or rhythmic foundation. It was a decent album of ambient IDM, if not exceptional. So it comes as something of a surprise that the duo's proper follow-up, Tulsa for One Second, thrives on its mixture of fuller-sounding productions and relatively traditionally structured songs with vocals. The album comes across as a modern spin on the dark, ethereal shadings of This Mortal Coil or even the crossbred electronic/symphonic austerity of the Blue Nile (the male singer's voice occasionally approximates the slightly sullen tones of that group's Paul Buchanan), albeit a spin fit for release on Morr Music. Ironically, the one track that most resembles the debut is one of the highlights, and it has vocals: "Don't Swell Up Your Glass Pocket" is a hallucinatory drift with a heartbeat for a rhythm; over drawn-out chords and atmospheric touches that swell and recede, the vocals from the male and the female stumble out of their mouths as if they just rolled out of bed. "Stylophone Purrs and Mannerist Blossoms," in which the two vocalists engage in a call-and-response, weaves lullaby-like chiming melodies with rippling clicks and pops and low-key use of downcast strings. The instrumental tracks are just as engaging, bolstering dreary-but-impossible-to-shake textures with rich, cushiony beat programming. Don't let the sickly sweet twee whimpering of the opening "Blooms Eventually" throw you off; what follows hardly makes for run-of-the-mill chillout compilation fodder. ~ Andy Kellman