Meat Beat Manifesto returns to the fray after a two year hiatus, delivering a new full-length for Hydrogen Dukebox. His percussive style has always veered towards the more robust end of the spectrum and so lends itself perfectly well to the many strains of bass music that have become prevelant in the last few years. Skull crushing snares and piano open the album in fine, cinematic style, before Jack Dangers settles into a comfortably familiar session augmented at various points by low-end rubs and the odd vocal whisper that's not a million miles removed from early William Orbit, crossed with the darker moments of The Bug or Vex'd.
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Meat Beat Manifesto returns to the fray after a two year hiatus, delivering a new full-length for Hydrogen Dukebox. His percussive style has always veered towards the more robust end of the spectrum and so lends itself perfectly well to the many strains of bass music that have become prevelant in the last few years. Skull crushing snares and piano open the album in fine, cinematic style, before Jack Dangers settles into a comfortably familiar session augmented at various points by low-end rubs and the odd vocal whisper that's not a million miles removed from early William Orbit, crossed with the darker moments of The Bug or Vex'd.
Meat Beat Manifesto returns to the fray after a two year hiatus, delivering a new full-length for Hydrogen Dukebox. His percussive style has always veered towards the more robust end of the spectrum and so lends itself perfectly well to the many strains of bass music that have become prevelant in the last few years. Skull crushing snares and piano open the album in fine, cinematic style, before Jack Dangers settles into a comfortably familiar session augmented at various points by low-end rubs and the odd vocal whisper that's not a million miles removed from early William Orbit, crossed with the darker moments of The Bug or Vex'd.
Meat Beat Manifesto returns to the fray after a two year hiatus, delivering a new full-length for Hydrogen Dukebox. His percussive style has always veered towards the more robust end of the spectrum and so lends itself perfectly well to the many strains of bass music that have become prevelant in the last few years. Skull crushing snares and piano open the album in fine, cinematic style, before Jack Dangers settles into a comfortably familiar session augmented at various points by low-end rubs and the odd vocal whisper that's not a million miles removed from early William Orbit, crossed with the darker moments of The Bug or Vex'd.
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Meat Beat Manifesto returns to the fray after a two year hiatus, delivering a new full-length for Hydrogen Dukebox. His percussive style has always veered towards the more robust end of the spectrum and so lends itself perfectly well to the many strains of bass music that have become prevelant in the last few years. Skull crushing snares and piano open the album in fine, cinematic style, before Jack Dangers settles into a comfortably familiar session augmented at various points by low-end rubs and the odd vocal whisper that's not a million miles removed from early William Orbit, crossed with the darker moments of The Bug or Vex'd.