One of Manchester and UK’s most original new artists, Loft aggregates 3 years of instability in a remarkable debut EP for Tri Angle
Where Loft of yore was yoked to linearity, or the “mono” of her new record’s title, Loft’s current iteration feels as though she's bifurcating and spiralling around, into herself like a blooming double helix, or, in her own words forming a “sound ecology in which the arrow of time splits along the shaft.”
They prove a perfectly imperfect work-in-progress fit for Tri Angle’s ever evolving aesthetic, emerging form the noisy chrysalis of ‘Lassanamae’ with hyper wingbeats and flexing exoskeleton, before ‘And Eats Itself And Eats Itself And Eats Itself’ finds its legs like a mutant newborn chimera, only to find those legs have legs and chattering acid teeth.
’sSLABicks’ follows with ravenous effect, torn in every direction at once to suggest a true, balletic sort of dancefloor freedom, and ’That Hyde Trakk’ only accentuates that effect with devilish junglist chicanery recalling classic Plug and encouraging full body expression in the rave.
Glacial Industries get loose and weird with Cork-born, Berlin-based ELLLL, hustling three parts of tribal drums and screwball synth skidmarks under queasy atmospheres.
Working in space somewhere between Batu, Beatrice Dillon and Kowton, the ‘Confectionary’ EP is a strange set of rug-cutters ranging from the swanee-whistle-weilding wraver ‘Pepsi’ with its wood cut drums and sweltering textures, to the dubbed-out flux and wraithlike writhe of ‘Skittles’, which eventually straightens out as a rugged roller, before leaving behind the desiccated skeleton and shivering theremin-like tones of ‘Jawbreaker’.