rfi:dalek (dark new jersey hip hop or something)

!!! Thanks for the word on that.
I posted link to this brief take upthread, but Voice changed links again, so here tis from my own archive, taking this approach as far as I ever did, mending ways later (Voicewise), but meant to convey unusual listening experience:

Karma Sutures
Ancient Teutonic drone-rockers take on Jersey art-hoppers
October 5th, 2004 4:50 PM Issue 40

Faust vs. Dalek
Derbe Respecte, Alder
Staubgold

Not so long ago, a young Jersey trio of prodigious mad hiphopologists, Dalek,
undertook a European tour. How they suffered! Until rescued by an old German
kombo of legendary mad progologists, Faust. Transcription of (ob)session
follows:
Facedown bass-clown chews through plaster cast appeal and last appeals.
Artillery fire falls like fossils, into single phylum. Spinal columns of beats
stack, driven home, bent high; remixing bricks, carpets, and windows. In some
crumbling rumble's scratch, soundbeast crawls on. Barrel tongues roll years.
Inventory takes itself, junkyard ripples like hide riding a horsefly:
Groovation gathers. A thin blue flame suspends, not unlike the aural aura of organist
Larry Young, but he died long ago. Miles and Jimi never played together, but
he played with them both. It is also not unlike the gas-jet flame Miles's
autobio claimed to be his earliest memory, seen across a field of whitest stove
top. Atmosphere waits out the needle of such a tiny thrill. But its point has
been made. And if the listener's ear-hole cherry should regrow itself, sealing
feeling? Well. CDs last a while. This one will be waiting.

Followed by this for the collegetown local:

Dalek
Thursday @ the Ravari Room
The cliché tag of “underground” rap is right for Dalek’s pungent layers of sound, which earned them an album-length collaboration with prog pioneers Faust. On their first three albums, they pushed the layers up into towers of rubble, recycling old wars, civilizations, and other lost causes. On 2007’s Abandoned Language, they scrape away the noise, and direct an “Isolated Stare” up at hovering, glittering sounds, through a fractured glass ceiling of frustration. But they persist, rapping and playing over stoically-to-angrily swinging beats. They’re reputedly a formidable live act too.

But also, I need to post a correction: the Tarana album I linked upthread in 2015 involves Ravish Momin, not Dalek's Alap Momin. It's really good, though,and seemed like it had some Dalek appeal.