Burial makes his semi-traditional annual sacrifice to Hyperdub with his first new release proper in 3 years featuring two spine-icing reminders of why we love his records so much. Both Young Death & Nightmarket are relatively short when compared with his extended mini meta-dramas like Rival Dealer or Come Down To Us, but still pack all the well seasoned feels you’d hope for.
A-side; Young Death is one of his sweetest treats, a sort of daydreaming R&B/gospel elegy riddled with celestial harps, crackling embers and a beautifully seductive bleep lead and velvet coated kicks that suck and push us right into his hypnagogic simulacra with utterly heartwarming effect.
B-side; Nightmarket is set to become an instant fan favourite. Really not sure what’s going on here but it’s something akin to the characters from Metal Gear Solid featuring in a ‘90s trance video; cue gorgeous, sylvan trance licks threading their way thru beat-less scenes of slithering, insectoid textures and street scene bustle, an occasional voice reminding “i’m here”, whilst that trance lead is prone to Senni-esque turns of phrase, leading up to a stunning peak recalling Tangerine Dream’s OST for The Thief.
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Burial makes his semi-traditional annual sacrifice to Hyperdub with his first new release proper in 3 years featuring two spine-icing reminders of why we love his records so much. Both Young Death & Nightmarket are relatively short when compared with his extended mini meta-dramas like Rival Dealer or Come Down To Us, but still pack all the well seasoned feels you’d hope for.
A-side; Young Death is one of his sweetest treats, a sort of daydreaming R&B/gospel elegy riddled with celestial harps, crackling embers and a beautifully seductive bleep lead and velvet coated kicks that suck and push us right into his hypnagogic simulacra with utterly heartwarming effect.
B-side; Nightmarket is set to become an instant fan favourite. Really not sure what’s going on here but it’s something akin to the characters from Metal Gear Solid featuring in a ‘90s trance video; cue gorgeous, sylvan trance licks threading their way thru beat-less scenes of slithering, insectoid textures and street scene bustle, an occasional voice reminding “i’m here”, whilst that trance lead is prone to Senni-esque turns of phrase, leading up to a stunning peak recalling Tangerine Dream’s OST for The Thief.
For what ails you...
Burial makes his semi-traditional annual sacrifice to Hyperdub with his first new release proper in 3 years featuring two spine-icing reminders of why we love his records so much. Both Young Death & Nightmarket are relatively short when compared with his extended mini meta-dramas like Rival Dealer or Come Down To Us, but still pack all the well seasoned feels you’d hope for.
A-side; Young Death is one of his sweetest treats, a sort of daydreaming R&B/gospel elegy riddled with celestial harps, crackling embers and a beautifully seductive bleep lead and velvet coated kicks that suck and push us right into his hypnagogic simulacra with utterly heartwarming effect.
B-side; Nightmarket is set to become an instant fan favourite. Really not sure what’s going on here but it’s something akin to the characters from Metal Gear Solid featuring in a ‘90s trance video; cue gorgeous, sylvan trance licks threading their way thru beat-less scenes of slithering, insectoid textures and street scene bustle, an occasional voice reminding “i’m here”, whilst that trance lead is prone to Senni-esque turns of phrase, leading up to a stunning peak recalling Tangerine Dream’s OST for The Thief.
For what ails you...
Burial makes his semi-traditional annual sacrifice to Hyperdub with his first new release proper in 3 years featuring two spine-icing reminders of why we love his records so much. Both Young Death & Nightmarket are relatively short when compared with his extended mini meta-dramas like Rival Dealer or Come Down To Us, but still pack all the well seasoned feels you’d hope for.
A-side; Young Death is one of his sweetest treats, a sort of daydreaming R&B/gospel elegy riddled with celestial harps, crackling embers and a beautifully seductive bleep lead and velvet coated kicks that suck and push us right into his hypnagogic simulacra with utterly heartwarming effect.
B-side; Nightmarket is set to become an instant fan favourite. Really not sure what’s going on here but it’s something akin to the characters from Metal Gear Solid featuring in a ‘90s trance video; cue gorgeous, sylvan trance licks threading their way thru beat-less scenes of slithering, insectoid textures and street scene bustle, an occasional voice reminding “i’m here”, whilst that trance lead is prone to Senni-esque turns of phrase, leading up to a stunning peak recalling Tangerine Dream’s OST for The Thief.
For what ails you...
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Burial makes his semi-traditional annual sacrifice to Hyperdub with his first new release proper in 3 years featuring two spine-icing reminders of why we love his records so much. Both Young Death & Nightmarket are relatively short when compared with his extended mini meta-dramas like Rival Dealer or Come Down To Us, but still pack all the well seasoned feels you’d hope for.
A-side; Young Death is one of his sweetest treats, a sort of daydreaming R&B/gospel elegy riddled with celestial harps, crackling embers and a beautifully seductive bleep lead and velvet coated kicks that suck and push us right into his hypnagogic simulacra with utterly heartwarming effect.
B-side; Nightmarket is set to become an instant fan favourite. Really not sure what’s going on here but it’s something akin to the characters from Metal Gear Solid featuring in a ‘90s trance video; cue gorgeous, sylvan trance licks threading their way thru beat-less scenes of slithering, insectoid textures and street scene bustle, an occasional voice reminding “i’m here”, whilst that trance lead is prone to Senni-esque turns of phrase, leading up to a stunning peak recalling Tangerine Dream’s OST for The Thief.
For what ails you...