Mills’ Time Machine
Jeff Mills, an underappreciated veteran Detroit techno producer whose music has dominated my imagination over the past month, is god. His soundtrack to the book Time Machine has a beauty that is at once gothic (like the “gothic sprawl of London,” to quote Jonathan Raban from a manuscript of an unpublished book that is a prized part of my humble library, Galactic City), electric (as in, “do the electric”), digital (but “more dusty than digital””Night Work”), mechanical (like Kraftwerk’s man/machines in “we are the robots”), and as polyrhythmic as Coltrane’s recently deceased drummer Elvin Jones. I could easily devote the rest of my life explaining, ordering, considering Mills’ art. For proof, check out this artilce on God.