made up of names you didn’t know then and which have been barely spotted since, richards’ series opening effort back in 2001 was a gratuitous glance into surely one of the most connoisseur record collections in the world (a bold statement, yes, but it’s the revered recluse’s impeccable taste which has not only made him into the ultimate resident, but into someone intrinsically linked with fabric‘s always one step ahead of the curve booking policy). another peek into that collection, then, was always going to be worth getting excited about…
baring as it does little resemblance to any contemporary developments or prevailing zeitgeists, fabric 58 is as individual and timeless as was fabric 1. it deals in similarly deep, dubby and trippy sounds which are neither house nor techno, electro nor minimal, but instead some indefinable amalgam of all four. appropriately, then, richards turns to fellow aficionado andy weatherall (alongside keith tenniswood) in his two lone swordsman guise to open proceedings in a serene yet kinetic style that somehow balances ambiance with electro.