Nexcyia's debut album is a syrupy, celestial daydream that bubbles plasticky, granulated digital textures into dubby daydreams and lopsided rhythmic rumbles. One for fans of 3XL, mu tate, Exael, Purelink.
Although 'Endless Path of Memory' is Adam Dove's debut Nexcyia full-length, keen-eyed ambient/drone heads will no-doubt have spotted him over the last few years, operating on the fringes of the London scene and tirelessly refining his sound. He dropped an EP on the Alien Jams imprint a few years back, and finally follows it up with a confident, well-tweezed set of textural sloshers that distance him from the contemporary ambient formula. Dove's sound is far more rough-edged, and although it's dreamy, there's inevitably something that jolts you upright. 'Replica', for example takes what sounds like a flowery instrumental sample (Dove scoured his archives for the album's source material), but counterbalances the prettiness with grumbly subs and uneasy, waterlogged hisses. And although 'Vanity Mirror' might sound tangentially in-line with the dissociated Berlin afters set, there's a yearning sense of melancholy that suggests another kind of hypnagogic experience.
On 'Tales', Dove wrestles with scraped factory floor detritus, contorting rusty snaps and lysergic whirrs into rugged rhythms that rattle over ugly feedback; there are still enough nods to the ambient continuum, but you get the sense that Dove is as enthralled by Wolf Eyes' basement grot or Autechre's generative wonkiness as he is Tim Hecker's saturated granulations. He teams up with Canadian sound artist Racine on 'My Eyes Looked Dull and Sunken' and sounds as if he's pushing filigree orchestral swells through a barbed wire mesh. Occasionally, the widescreen prettiness gets through, but more often it's scarred by corroded field recordings, wilted synths and fuzzed-out radio static. There's a markedly different end-point suggested here, it's not music to lose yourself in completely, but to consider the memory triggers that Dove has woven into the album's fabric.
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Nexcyia's debut album is a syrupy, celestial daydream that bubbles plasticky, granulated digital textures into dubby daydreams and lopsided rhythmic rumbles. One for fans of 3XL, mu tate, Exael, Purelink.
Although 'Endless Path of Memory' is Adam Dove's debut Nexcyia full-length, keen-eyed ambient/drone heads will no-doubt have spotted him over the last few years, operating on the fringes of the London scene and tirelessly refining his sound. He dropped an EP on the Alien Jams imprint a few years back, and finally follows it up with a confident, well-tweezed set of textural sloshers that distance him from the contemporary ambient formula. Dove's sound is far more rough-edged, and although it's dreamy, there's inevitably something that jolts you upright. 'Replica', for example takes what sounds like a flowery instrumental sample (Dove scoured his archives for the album's source material), but counterbalances the prettiness with grumbly subs and uneasy, waterlogged hisses. And although 'Vanity Mirror' might sound tangentially in-line with the dissociated Berlin afters set, there's a yearning sense of melancholy that suggests another kind of hypnagogic experience.
On 'Tales', Dove wrestles with scraped factory floor detritus, contorting rusty snaps and lysergic whirrs into rugged rhythms that rattle over ugly feedback; there are still enough nods to the ambient continuum, but you get the sense that Dove is as enthralled by Wolf Eyes' basement grot or Autechre's generative wonkiness as he is Tim Hecker's saturated granulations. He teams up with Canadian sound artist Racine on 'My Eyes Looked Dull and Sunken' and sounds as if he's pushing filigree orchestral swells through a barbed wire mesh. Occasionally, the widescreen prettiness gets through, but more often it's scarred by corroded field recordings, wilted synths and fuzzed-out radio static. There's a markedly different end-point suggested here, it's not music to lose yourself in completely, but to consider the memory triggers that Dove has woven into the album's fabric.
Nexcyia's debut album is a syrupy, celestial daydream that bubbles plasticky, granulated digital textures into dubby daydreams and lopsided rhythmic rumbles. One for fans of 3XL, mu tate, Exael, Purelink.
Although 'Endless Path of Memory' is Adam Dove's debut Nexcyia full-length, keen-eyed ambient/drone heads will no-doubt have spotted him over the last few years, operating on the fringes of the London scene and tirelessly refining his sound. He dropped an EP on the Alien Jams imprint a few years back, and finally follows it up with a confident, well-tweezed set of textural sloshers that distance him from the contemporary ambient formula. Dove's sound is far more rough-edged, and although it's dreamy, there's inevitably something that jolts you upright. 'Replica', for example takes what sounds like a flowery instrumental sample (Dove scoured his archives for the album's source material), but counterbalances the prettiness with grumbly subs and uneasy, waterlogged hisses. And although 'Vanity Mirror' might sound tangentially in-line with the dissociated Berlin afters set, there's a yearning sense of melancholy that suggests another kind of hypnagogic experience.
On 'Tales', Dove wrestles with scraped factory floor detritus, contorting rusty snaps and lysergic whirrs into rugged rhythms that rattle over ugly feedback; there are still enough nods to the ambient continuum, but you get the sense that Dove is as enthralled by Wolf Eyes' basement grot or Autechre's generative wonkiness as he is Tim Hecker's saturated granulations. He teams up with Canadian sound artist Racine on 'My Eyes Looked Dull and Sunken' and sounds as if he's pushing filigree orchestral swells through a barbed wire mesh. Occasionally, the widescreen prettiness gets through, but more often it's scarred by corroded field recordings, wilted synths and fuzzed-out radio static. There's a markedly different end-point suggested here, it's not music to lose yourself in completely, but to consider the memory triggers that Dove has woven into the album's fabric.
Nexcyia's debut album is a syrupy, celestial daydream that bubbles plasticky, granulated digital textures into dubby daydreams and lopsided rhythmic rumbles. One for fans of 3XL, mu tate, Exael, Purelink.
Although 'Endless Path of Memory' is Adam Dove's debut Nexcyia full-length, keen-eyed ambient/drone heads will no-doubt have spotted him over the last few years, operating on the fringes of the London scene and tirelessly refining his sound. He dropped an EP on the Alien Jams imprint a few years back, and finally follows it up with a confident, well-tweezed set of textural sloshers that distance him from the contemporary ambient formula. Dove's sound is far more rough-edged, and although it's dreamy, there's inevitably something that jolts you upright. 'Replica', for example takes what sounds like a flowery instrumental sample (Dove scoured his archives for the album's source material), but counterbalances the prettiness with grumbly subs and uneasy, waterlogged hisses. And although 'Vanity Mirror' might sound tangentially in-line with the dissociated Berlin afters set, there's a yearning sense of melancholy that suggests another kind of hypnagogic experience.
On 'Tales', Dove wrestles with scraped factory floor detritus, contorting rusty snaps and lysergic whirrs into rugged rhythms that rattle over ugly feedback; there are still enough nods to the ambient continuum, but you get the sense that Dove is as enthralled by Wolf Eyes' basement grot or Autechre's generative wonkiness as he is Tim Hecker's saturated granulations. He teams up with Canadian sound artist Racine on 'My Eyes Looked Dull and Sunken' and sounds as if he's pushing filigree orchestral swells through a barbed wire mesh. Occasionally, the widescreen prettiness gets through, but more often it's scarred by corroded field recordings, wilted synths and fuzzed-out radio static. There's a markedly different end-point suggested here, it's not music to lose yourself in completely, but to consider the memory triggers that Dove has woven into the album's fabric.
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Nexcyia's debut album is a syrupy, celestial daydream that bubbles plasticky, granulated digital textures into dubby daydreams and lopsided rhythmic rumbles. One for fans of 3XL, mu tate, Exael, Purelink.
Although 'Endless Path of Memory' is Adam Dove's debut Nexcyia full-length, keen-eyed ambient/drone heads will no-doubt have spotted him over the last few years, operating on the fringes of the London scene and tirelessly refining his sound. He dropped an EP on the Alien Jams imprint a few years back, and finally follows it up with a confident, well-tweezed set of textural sloshers that distance him from the contemporary ambient formula. Dove's sound is far more rough-edged, and although it's dreamy, there's inevitably something that jolts you upright. 'Replica', for example takes what sounds like a flowery instrumental sample (Dove scoured his archives for the album's source material), but counterbalances the prettiness with grumbly subs and uneasy, waterlogged hisses. And although 'Vanity Mirror' might sound tangentially in-line with the dissociated Berlin afters set, there's a yearning sense of melancholy that suggests another kind of hypnagogic experience.
On 'Tales', Dove wrestles with scraped factory floor detritus, contorting rusty snaps and lysergic whirrs into rugged rhythms that rattle over ugly feedback; there are still enough nods to the ambient continuum, but you get the sense that Dove is as enthralled by Wolf Eyes' basement grot or Autechre's generative wonkiness as he is Tim Hecker's saturated granulations. He teams up with Canadian sound artist Racine on 'My Eyes Looked Dull and Sunken' and sounds as if he's pushing filigree orchestral swells through a barbed wire mesh. Occasionally, the widescreen prettiness gets through, but more often it's scarred by corroded field recordings, wilted synths and fuzzed-out radio static. There's a markedly different end-point suggested here, it's not music to lose yourself in completely, but to consider the memory triggers that Dove has woven into the album's fabric.