Mark Evett's previous album (Stonebreaker) was a delightful blend of wobbly house and robust disco. There are similarly embued grooves colouring the fabric here. Evett uses the heritage of the post-industrial landscape around his native Wolverhamption and the English midlands to drive the broad conceptual arc. For the most part, this comes down to repetition and the stretching of minimal tweaks and bleeps to convey the depressing conformality and darkness of the industrial process. It's gritty and relentless, and those moments that manage to escape the grind, such as Persia or the driving, stabbing Bog Dance, are wholly welcome. While there's certainly a place for severe and autodidactic treatsises on the Black Country now and then, Product of Industry does not quite hit the mark as well as you'd expect from a man of Evett's skills. ghostly.com
Download: Bog Dance