There was a time, just over 35 years ago, when power electronics were just a glint in the manic eye of Whitehouse founder William Bennett. Looking for a way to weaponise music he began tinkering with synthesisers, in his words to develop a sound "that could bludgeon an audience into submission". His two man 'band' took their vision on the road, had venue doors surreptitiously locked and played their hate-fuelled atonal racket at such eardrum-rupturing volume, the police were often called to stop the panic-stricken audience from smashing down the walls down in an attempt to escape. Fast forward to 2015 and Dominic Fernow's Prurient project releases a critically lauded 90+ minute masterpiece entitled "Frozen Niagara Falls" which builds whole suites of terrifyingly beautiful music that temper the visceral scourge of power electronics with passages of celestial ambience, subtle beatwork, spoken word and various other apparently incompatible elements.During the intervening years, artists as diverse as Einsturzende Neubauten, SPK, Pharmakon and even Scott Walker have played footsie to a greater or lesser degree with power electronics and Moor Mother's latest offering "Fetish Bones" does so with such a rare degree of originality and flair, it's been on repeat for perhaps more than is good for me. It's also an object lesson in how a genre once considered as more an exercise in KLF-style jocular extremity became the backdrop for afrofuturist protest songs which Camae Aweya (aka Moor Mother) not unreasonably thought might get through to her listeners if accompanied by a chainsaws-down-a-blackboard at 130db mega-racket. It should be noted that, noise aside though, Aweya is an accomplished singer-songwriter and uses sonic violence as only one of several elements to get her message across. Her voice is a fragile thing that forces you to strain to catch her blunt and to the point lyricism, plus she's an adept a sound collagist as I've ever heard, layering field recordings one upon another in the same way Dadaist artists Hannah Hoch and Kurt Schwitters did with clippings of newsprint. Intellectual, political and a huge fucking racket to boot. What's not to love?