Michael O'Neill - The Binary Order - the only aural clue that this is not a long-lost Mark Stewart + Maffia album is that O’Neill’s voice is a bit different from Stewart’s; otherwise the resemblance is uncanny.
Surplus labour piles up in concrete reservations. The veneer of democracy is fading fast. Confusion reigns. Our subjection to the economy’s ravenous death drive is eased and obscured by Silicon Valley soma, street drugs and the media’s trivialising babble. Pop music’s part of the distraction, of course, but it doesn’t have to be. ‘Binary Order’ is the debut album from Michael O’Neill, a child of Irish immigrants born and raised in North Manchester. A polemic on culture, class and society, ‘The Binary Order’ is fiercely political and musically infectious. O’Neill can rant like a Mancunian Mark Stewart when it suits him, but he’s a fine storyteller too. Privileged social butterflies, desperate addicts, vapid pop stars, and frazzled info-workers pass by in vivid character sketches. Lead track ‘One Rule’ is an anthem for the dispossessed millions – the clear-eyed urgency of its chorus contrasts bitterly with samples of a royal correspondent, fawning abjectly.
Originally the frontman of The Sonar Yen, Michael O’Neill has since collaborated with cult heroes Gnod, contributing lyrics and vocals to the acclaimed albums ‘Full Moon Ritual’ (2010) and ‘Infinity Machines’ (2014). He released the compellingly raw ‘Michael O’Neill’ EP on their Tesla Tapes imprint in 2013 before Bristol label Fuck Punk (run by Young Echo members Ossia and Vessel) approached him to make the album that would become ‘The Binary Order’. Produced by Sam Weaver (Hungryghost / Charles Hayward) with O’Neill, and additional input from electro-acoustic composer Danny Saul (‘Beowulf’ / ‘The Last Kingdom’), the album’s visionary production combines hip-hop swagger with clattering dub and cleansing acid. Its surgical hooks, unflinching lyrics and moments of sonic chaos will appeal to fans of Public Enemy, Run The Jewels, Sleaford Mods and The Bug. Dramatic, pacey and possessed of an irresistible narrative flow, you’ll be lucky to hear anything as bracing in 2019. Adam Burrows March 2019
