In a time when interest in once-futuristic computer effects and repetitive, preprogrammed drum tracks wanes among indie fans, it seems Matador would be doing their best to distance themselves from homogenized minimalists like the Modernist. But his brand of minimalism is by no means trademark. Burger makes no attempt to satisfy the obvious need for variety necessary for an album that extends past the 70-minute mark. Instead, he made these 13 tracks literally indistinguishable from one another in a way few artists are capable of. If anything, his ability to bore listeners into submission should be heralded as the second coming of indifference.
Explosion is generic, subdued techno in every sense.
An echo of Tracey Thorn's silvery, lifeless Sade imitation seems to lurk around every corner, but never materializes. At least that would be something. As it stands, the Modernist's debut is as formulaic as long division and not nearly as much fun.