Mojo’s Jenny Bulley on Karen Gwyer’s Rembo
I first heard about Karen Gwyer in MOJO’s Underground column. Always beautifully written, Underground is nonetheless a place densely populated by solemn-looking avant-garde composers.
In that company, Karen Gwyer stood out. Then - mildly diverting fact - when her press shots arrived, she looked less like Arthur Russell, whose spiritual disco her music has been compared with, and more like a young Patricia Routledge.
Gwyer is an American living in London, where the same electronic scene that sheltered Thom Yorke from mainstream popularity provided a natural home.
Eventually though, as Gwyer puts it, she tired of being “treated like a warm-up act for DJs” and set out to “challenge a certain way of thinking”.
To wit, Rembo, her third album, foregoes much of the seriousness of the male-dominated Dalston electronic scene for the joyful intensity of the Detroit techno she grew up listening to in Michigan.
Those looking for simple bangers can keep moving: Rembo is a far odder thing than that. Designed for double vinyl, its eight tracks come in pairs, each titled as a question with its answer.
Side A begins with seven minutes of spiralling tension called Why Is There A Long Line In Front Of The Factory; answered by The Workers Are On Strike, where LinnDrum hand-claps and synthetic strings will make an old raver’s heart sing.
My favourite, though, is the glassy chime of Did You Hear The Owls Last Night, on which Gwyer is master at work.
Jenny Bulley (@mojomagazine)
Reviews Editor, MOJO