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XXX
Jimmy Edgar XXX
Released 14 September 2010
Producer Jimmy Edgar
Label Warp Records
Length 52 minutes
Genre Electronic
Website www.jimmyedgar.com
10

Jimmy Edgar's credentials are certainly in place; rising out of the fertile Detroit music scene and cutting his teeth playing the kind of underground raves people outside the cast of Skins only dream about, he has long been developing a reputation for being a true blue musical maestro with quite a substantial cult following. Newly signed to the influential Warp Records, Edgar now stands beside some of the most prestigious names in intelligent electronica joining the ranks of luminaries like Squarepusher, Aphex Twin, Boards of Canada and Autechre. Exciting stuff or so it would seem. The bad news is this volume of Edgar's oeuvre wouldn't seem out of place in a compilation called Now That's What I Call Generic Floor Filler Volume 4.

It really is a nullifyingly and irredeemably empty release and although I don't imagine the remit of this album was to aim its successes towards a saleable club anthem that's probably the best this plateaued sound can hope for. What's more while the suggestively titled tracks like 'Function of Your Love', 'Hot, Raw, Sex' and 'Push it' might ooze sex as unsubtly as a Prince discography there isn't anything remotely as endearingly lascivious or fantastically bizarre in this album. An astoundingly difficult album to find any virtue in whatsoever XXX will probably act as a warning to many against buying a Jimmy Edgar album ever again, which is something they perhaps should reconsider as Edgar's done far better digital twiddling elsewhere. Indeed, although this time having abandoned the rougher electronic blips, dips and whirrs of his Warp compatriots and favouring a sound that's comparable to strip club muzak there's a distinct possibility that he might not hit such a creatively and experimentally barren cul-de-sac again.

To close a review of an album that honestly has so few achievements that any small semblance of  ingenuity acted as a wonderfully welcome reprieve the only instance in which I can affectionately talk about XXX is by saying that 'Midnite Fone Call' was not as bad as I initially thought (but even that's pretty pronounced hyperbole).

- Cormac O’Brien