A Guy Called Gerald ~ To All Things What They Need
Gerald Simpson’s
involvement in the nascent UK acid/techno scenes via 808 State and Voodoo
Ray, the raw prescience of 28 Gun Bad Boy and the mature statements of Black
Secret Technology and Essence mean that, by this point in time, he’s
accumulated a deal of history. It’s a weight that’s not to be
dismissed easily. As with any innovator, a measure of respect is due. At the
same time, that very innovation prompts a degree of potentially burdensome
expectation that’s only exacerbated in this case by Simpson’s
infrequent work rate. There’s also a subtle odour blended with the held
breath of overt anticipation. That odour is the scent of blood: can the artist
really continue to innovate or at least maintain quality levels or will s/he
disappoint this time? The arc of Simpson’s work has in fact explored
the potential of the breakbeat territories he mapped out in the early days.
Wisely he rejects the anxiety-inducing, often paralysing lure of stylistic
reinvention and instead go deeper, rather than further. To All Things What
They Need doesn’t rush to impress, in fact its opener, American Cars,
is a leisurely, ambient odyssey populated with birdsong, billowing pulses
and the calls of nightcreatures. It’s oddly reminiscent of The Orb or
FSOL. Unlike its predecessor, 2002’s Essence, there’s surprisingly
little drum’n’bass audible with Gerald establishing a variegated
sequence of mostly Detroit-influenced pieces. Simpson’s concerns are
wide, watchful and bear a degree of hard-earned generosity. His guests, Ursula
Rucker and Finley Quaye deliver sterling work and the presence of jewel-set
samples and influences ranging from convincing eastern flavours to a Margaret
Thatcher sample cringingly declaring that ‘You ain’t seen nothing
yet’ allow the listener to reflect upon potential spaces largely absent
from so much of his peers’ work. Listen impatiently to this album’s
constituent parts and they’re likely to disappoint. Survey its entirety
and To All Things What They Need accrues a notable significance.
Colin Buttimer
June 2005
Published by e/i
magazine