Killer debut release from FUMU, coughing up 18 sawn-off tracks of fucked hip hop, warehouse and techno on Andrew Lyster’s Youth label. Definitely mark this gadge in your one-to-watch list.
Hailing from downwind of heavy North East industry, but currently sequestered in Manchester, FUMU is a member of the Return to Zero crew and a known affiliate of Modern Love’s Turinn, with whom he’s shared a studio and shares a taste for the most guttural, asphalt-grained dance music and short-circuiting electronics.
On ’Sinuate’ FUMU finally yields a peek at his working praxis, revealing a restlessly roving mind at work consolidating myriad, fractious styles at mutant angles, and in a half-cut and gauzy style that recalls everyone from Mica Levi and co thru to Madteo. It’s the sort of sound that only comes with being an omnivorous listener and hard-headed producer, the kind that pushes his gear to the point of near breakdown in order to bring out its most unique sounds.
If we’re playing favourites, the trilling pendulations and overproof bass of ‘Graeyard’ are right up there, as is the NoYo dembow bleeper ‘In The Darkness Girl’, and the honky boschment of ‘Regulator’, but to be fair there’s f*cking loads to go on, and we’re sure everyone else will have their own percy.
Special coloured vinyl edition of Space Afrika’s excellent album of mutable ambient frameworks somewhere between Lee Gamble’s ‘Diversions', Jan Jelinek and The Connection Machine. Recommended late night listening…
Space Afrika offer a bird’s eye view of the city at night with Somewhere Decent To Live; their keenly anticipated first LP on sferic. Unshackled from dancefloor needs, but still inspired and feeding off its spirit and romance, the pair respectfully acknowledge the undercurrents of jungle, dubstep, ambient techno and deep house which feed into their home city’s late night economy, dowsing their tributaries back to dub and rendering the findings in a quiet, modestly lush ambient haze with a flawlessly anaesthetising effect.
Taking gaseous form as a series of dark blue hues and subbass pulses, the vibe inside is delectably elusive. Unlike their previous transmissions on Where To Now? and Köln’s LL.M., the pair’s dancefloor urges are dissolved in favour of suggestively mutable ambient frameworks, leaving the kicks in the club while they appear to float overhead like the dead kid embarking his Bardo in Gaspar Noé’s Enter The Void.
In firm but gentle style they feel out eight interlinked headspaces, drifting like spectral flanneurs from the Diversions-like opener uwëm/creãtiõn to intercept telepathic thoughts from Teutonic friends in the percolated subs and drizzly ambient clag of sd/tl, before arriving at the most arresting moment in their catalogue thus far with the masterfully widescreen yet immersive bly and its sublimely smeared timbral thizz.
The second half of the record subsequently describes a more inward journey from wistful loops in u+00B1 to the sylvan 2-step of gwabh and curve feat. Echium, ultimately culminating in the echo chamber melt of dred.
Yamaneko feels trancey AF on ‘Afterglow’, his 4th set for Local Action following the fractal grime and ambient sessions of ‘Pixel Wave Embrace’ and ‘Spa Commissions’
An ode to the dawning, gurny hours of the night ‘Afterglow’ is perhaps Yamaneko’s most broadly appealing missive yet. Extracting from the thizzing spirit that links bedroom-crafted ‘80s new age to late ‘90s megadome trance, he yields a lushly tempered suite laced with cloaked inference between the Jesus arms bliss of the title track, thru the the inversely steepled peak of ‘Second Encounter’, to a floating jazzy sweetness in ‘Oslo House Sunrise 4K’, whereas ‘Unreachable Feeling’ sounds out somewhere between TCF and Philip Jeck, and ‘Hydrokinesis’ recalls the delicate lustre of Tim Hecker.