teshno

few people give less of a fuck about what you think of them than omar s. who else could get away with such an insouciant title as ‘it can be done, but only i can do it’ – or with cover art that looks so obviously like it was done on pc paint – without coming over as anything other than an embarrassment? and who else could say ‘i don’t even know who ricardo willalobo is’ (as did smith at the time of his last big release, fabric 45) without you thinking of them as an insufferable try-hard? thing is though, there’s a brazenness to alex omar smith’s sounds which back up his bolshevism: they’re bristling with attitude and at the same time seem wholly unaware of what’s going on around them. i mean (last question) who else would dare run a frozen trance arpeggiator line right through one of their deep and soulful house 12s (and, importantly, make it work)?