If you were there, you were one of only a few: Ren Schofield’s gig at the ‘Berghain’ in May 2013 was scarcely filled. It might have been due to the bad timing (it was when the tourists are normally replaced by the Berlin-crowd) or due to Xosar performing her ghosts-hardware-jams at Panorama Bar at the same time. Maybe it was because everyone could tell after four beats that Container’s dust-dry rummage of noise wasn’t working for the four-to-the-floor-audience. Schofield probably didn’t care, Schofield doesn’t seem to care about a lot of things. His first record as Container was called »LP«, plain and simple, the second one, well, the second one, too. And yes, his third record is also called »LP«, not to mention two cassettes and various 12’’s, released through Morphine and Liberation Technologies amongst others. No, Schofield doesn’t give many damns about many things. In particular not: fluffiness, danceability, pleasant sounds or feel-good-speed. When Schofield starts his gadgets, they scratch and scream, having the beats throw bass lines at each other. If you wanted to keep up, you would have to do a line of Speed reaching from Schofield’s hometown Providence to the doors of the Berghain. Yes, Container’s sound is mostly racy, frenetic and awesome. It ranges from mental crackpot-polyrhythmics, as shown in »Eject«, to hickup-grooves in »Absorb« to the hip hop from hell in the closer »Calibrate«. Schofield’s third »LP« is once again made for hard-boiled souls, malign DJs and the third bad methoxetamine-trip of a long day. The empty phrase of “music without compromises” doesn’t even get close. Schofield doesn’t give a damn about you, either, especially, if you weren’t even there, or even despite you were even there. He probably enjoyed the fact that there were only 20 people dancing on that night in May 2013.