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.
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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.
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.
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.