One of North America's keenest adopters and augmenters of UK grime tilts the game fwd with the exquisite sound designs of his debut album for Tri Angle.
If OPN made grime it may well sound something like 'Communion' - a fractured, strobing sequence of hyper-visual sonics serrating and eliding grime's structures to the aesthetics of modern electronic collage with the vision of a sci-fi novelist and precision of a Hollywood film editor. Working from a first person shoot-em-up perspective, Rabit roves a post-apocalyptic scene strewn with the spent shells and collapsing structures of the UK's 'ardcore continuum.
In eleven stages he strafes from the sullen minor key strings and chaotic lacerations of 'Advent' to the ghost in the shell realisation of 'Trapped In This Body', by that point riddled with holes from the psychedelic ultraviolence of 'Artemis' and the shrapnel of 'Pandemic', and likewise spun out from the vertiginous, breathless designs of 'Glass Harp Interlude' or eviscerated by the hardstyle gremlinz of 'Black Gates'.
From one listen you can clearly tell this is one for fans of Different Circles, M.E.S.H., Arca, J.G. Biberkopf.
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One of North America's keenest adopters and augmenters of UK grime tilts the game fwd with the exquisite sound designs of his debut album for Tri Angle.
If OPN made grime it may well sound something like 'Communion' - a fractured, strobing sequence of hyper-visual sonics serrating and eliding grime's structures to the aesthetics of modern electronic collage with the vision of a sci-fi novelist and precision of a Hollywood film editor. Working from a first person shoot-em-up perspective, Rabit roves a post-apocalyptic scene strewn with the spent shells and collapsing structures of the UK's 'ardcore continuum.
In eleven stages he strafes from the sullen minor key strings and chaotic lacerations of 'Advent' to the ghost in the shell realisation of 'Trapped In This Body', by that point riddled with holes from the psychedelic ultraviolence of 'Artemis' and the shrapnel of 'Pandemic', and likewise spun out from the vertiginous, breathless designs of 'Glass Harp Interlude' or eviscerated by the hardstyle gremlinz of 'Black Gates'.
From one listen you can clearly tell this is one for fans of Different Circles, M.E.S.H., Arca, J.G. Biberkopf.
One of North America's keenest adopters and augmenters of UK grime tilts the game fwd with the exquisite sound designs of his debut album for Tri Angle.
If OPN made grime it may well sound something like 'Communion' - a fractured, strobing sequence of hyper-visual sonics serrating and eliding grime's structures to the aesthetics of modern electronic collage with the vision of a sci-fi novelist and precision of a Hollywood film editor. Working from a first person shoot-em-up perspective, Rabit roves a post-apocalyptic scene strewn with the spent shells and collapsing structures of the UK's 'ardcore continuum.
In eleven stages he strafes from the sullen minor key strings and chaotic lacerations of 'Advent' to the ghost in the shell realisation of 'Trapped In This Body', by that point riddled with holes from the psychedelic ultraviolence of 'Artemis' and the shrapnel of 'Pandemic', and likewise spun out from the vertiginous, breathless designs of 'Glass Harp Interlude' or eviscerated by the hardstyle gremlinz of 'Black Gates'.
From one listen you can clearly tell this is one for fans of Different Circles, M.E.S.H., Arca, J.G. Biberkopf.
One of North America's keenest adopters and augmenters of UK grime tilts the game fwd with the exquisite sound designs of his debut album for Tri Angle.
If OPN made grime it may well sound something like 'Communion' - a fractured, strobing sequence of hyper-visual sonics serrating and eliding grime's structures to the aesthetics of modern electronic collage with the vision of a sci-fi novelist and precision of a Hollywood film editor. Working from a first person shoot-em-up perspective, Rabit roves a post-apocalyptic scene strewn with the spent shells and collapsing structures of the UK's 'ardcore continuum.
In eleven stages he strafes from the sullen minor key strings and chaotic lacerations of 'Advent' to the ghost in the shell realisation of 'Trapped In This Body', by that point riddled with holes from the psychedelic ultraviolence of 'Artemis' and the shrapnel of 'Pandemic', and likewise spun out from the vertiginous, breathless designs of 'Glass Harp Interlude' or eviscerated by the hardstyle gremlinz of 'Black Gates'.
From one listen you can clearly tell this is one for fans of Different Circles, M.E.S.H., Arca, J.G. Biberkopf.
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One of North America's keenest adopters and augmenters of UK grime tilts the game fwd with the exquisite sound designs of his debut album for Tri Angle.
If OPN made grime it may well sound something like 'Communion' - a fractured, strobing sequence of hyper-visual sonics serrating and eliding grime's structures to the aesthetics of modern electronic collage with the vision of a sci-fi novelist and precision of a Hollywood film editor. Working from a first person shoot-em-up perspective, Rabit roves a post-apocalyptic scene strewn with the spent shells and collapsing structures of the UK's 'ardcore continuum.
In eleven stages he strafes from the sullen minor key strings and chaotic lacerations of 'Advent' to the ghost in the shell realisation of 'Trapped In This Body', by that point riddled with holes from the psychedelic ultraviolence of 'Artemis' and the shrapnel of 'Pandemic', and likewise spun out from the vertiginous, breathless designs of 'Glass Harp Interlude' or eviscerated by the hardstyle gremlinz of 'Black Gates'.
From one listen you can clearly tell this is one for fans of Different Circles, M.E.S.H., Arca, J.G. Biberkopf.
Available To Order (Estimated Shipping between 1-3 Working Days)
This item is to the best of our knowledge available to us from the supplier and should ship to you within the time-frame indicated. If there are any unforeseen issues with availability we will notify you immediately
One of North America's keenest adopters and augmenters of UK grime tilts the game fwd with the exquisite sound designs of his debut album for Tri Angle.
If OPN made grime it may well sound something like 'Communion' - a fractured, strobing sequence of hyper-visual sonics serrating and eliding grime's structures to the aesthetics of modern electronic collage with the vision of a sci-fi novelist and precision of a Hollywood film editor. Working from a first person shoot-em-up perspective, Rabit roves a post-apocalyptic scene strewn with the spent shells and collapsing structures of the UK's 'ardcore continuum.
In eleven stages he strafes from the sullen minor key strings and chaotic lacerations of 'Advent' to the ghost in the shell realisation of 'Trapped In This Body', by that point riddled with holes from the psychedelic ultraviolence of 'Artemis' and the shrapnel of 'Pandemic', and likewise spun out from the vertiginous, breathless designs of 'Glass Harp Interlude' or eviscerated by the hardstyle gremlinz of 'Black Gates'.
From one listen you can clearly tell this is one for fans of Different Circles, M.E.S.H., Arca, J.G. Biberkopf.