[Album Review] Egyptrixx- Transfer of Energy [Feelings of Power]2015-02-134.0RatingReader Rating: (0 Votes) Release Date: February 10th, 2015 Label: Halocline Trance As Egyptrixx fans will know, being privy to this brand of underground club music is an acquired taste. The Toronto-based producer’s debut album, Bible Eyes, was released in 2011, immediately proving the artist’s tact for a kind of trance-y techno dance music that is both hard-hitting and dissonant. Despite that, the layering and melodic texturing of Bible Eyes enveloped his sound with a large dose of warmth. It stirred emotions, generating dance-floor feelings of empathic darkness, humanness. With each subsequent album it seems, this element has subsided, and given way to something much more sinister and raw. If you are new to Egyptrixx, the latest album Transfer of Energy [Feelings of Power], which dropped yesterday, February 9, 2015, is not the easiest way to take the plunge into the producer’s hostile musical world. This album is completely void of warmth, stripped down to a most cryptic bare-bones essence. It is machine-music. We start off with the track Halocline Trance, a song which could accompany the opening credits of a desert planet sci-fi. An onslaught of heavy synths, and the splintering build of eerie factory drums follows, and after that, there is no turning back. “Body II Body”, another track of note, features vocalist Nyssa. Like a prophesized queen resurrecting an ancient curse, Nyssa’s beautiful and calmly sadistic vocals float above a battling army of machines. The song peaks, evolving into a totalitarian trance state, machine drums exhausting themselves all the while beneath her voice, which now ebbs and flows in and out of the piece like cosmic waves. By the time you reach the last track “(Conduit [Repo])” you may have been infused with so much mechanical insanity that you momentarily forget you are not a machine. When I listen to Transfer of Energy I think cyborgs, I think maniacal factories, futuristic industrial landscapes, lab-born Armageddons, and yes, aliens. It is a really messed-up, and regrettable headspace. And so naturally, I give this wizard of a producer my utmost respect and admiration.