After Paula drifts out of the window, she hits the ground of reality. Her pulsing veins whisper: she needs acid – and Acidulant delivers the lysergic pressure injection. This narrative fragment marks the next chapter in the catalogue of Who Is Paula, a label that follows its protagonist through a series of identity-shaping adventures.
»Let the acid move your body, let the future read your mind«, intones a robotic voice in »Nomuntakasa«, the peak-time weapon on Let The Acid Move Your Body, with such buoyant vocoder force that one imagines Anthony Rother’s headset flying off somewhere in his Offenbach studio spaceship. Acid is only one of the two principal engines here; the rest is driven by beat and the melodic signatures of electro. Anyone bracing for unrelenting abrasion, however, will be mistaken. »The Queen That Never Was« sets piano chords against a twitchy acid line in the manner of Andras, while a bruising big-room vocal threatens in the background but never quite arrives. Instead, a gossamer vocal motif repeats, threading emotion through the spilt acid.
At the outset – Paula’s impact moment – »No Incentive« surrounds her activated body with vocoder voices and electro stabs. Midway through, a hefty drop lands, standing out on an EP otherwise produced with deliberate restraint and coarse-grained texture. Closing track »Electrification Intelligence« turns reflective: reverberant IDM phrasing meets scattered amen breaks. Paula gazes beatifically at the ceiling, savouring the afterglow of her trip.
