The squashed punch of the rhythm here is accentuated by layers of grinding bass and aquatic percussion, midnight rave styles in a 2-step signature with a mournful undertone that's almost at odds with the propulsive trajectory it holds onto throughout. Simply amazing music - honed for the darkest of dancefloors, neon-lit bedsits and the wide-angled vistas of continental festival stages at one and the same time - quite some achievement.
"Shutta" opens the flipside with a distant rumble that gradually clarifies into a stripped Garage killer that's almost too good for words - the percussion bouncing through all four corners of an abandoned South London warehouse - clattering and panning, unravelling itself into oblivion while underpinned by another growling, weighty bassline and clipped sino stabs that open things up so wide you're left wondering where this guy gets his inspiration from.
But for our money the best is saved till last - "Exit Woundz" creeps into life with another anxious spread of broken percussion and opaque vocal samples levelling the surface for the expected drop - yet things retain a measured, devastating presence.
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The squashed punch of the rhythm here is accentuated by layers of grinding bass and aquatic percussion, midnight rave styles in a 2-step signature with a mournful undertone that's almost at odds with the propulsive trajectory it holds onto throughout. Simply amazing music - honed for the darkest of dancefloors, neon-lit bedsits and the wide-angled vistas of continental festival stages at one and the same time - quite some achievement.
"Shutta" opens the flipside with a distant rumble that gradually clarifies into a stripped Garage killer that's almost too good for words - the percussion bouncing through all four corners of an abandoned South London warehouse - clattering and panning, unravelling itself into oblivion while underpinned by another growling, weighty bassline and clipped sino stabs that open things up so wide you're left wondering where this guy gets his inspiration from.
But for our money the best is saved till last - "Exit Woundz" creeps into life with another anxious spread of broken percussion and opaque vocal samples levelling the surface for the expected drop - yet things retain a measured, devastating presence.
The squashed punch of the rhythm here is accentuated by layers of grinding bass and aquatic percussion, midnight rave styles in a 2-step signature with a mournful undertone that's almost at odds with the propulsive trajectory it holds onto throughout. Simply amazing music - honed for the darkest of dancefloors, neon-lit bedsits and the wide-angled vistas of continental festival stages at one and the same time - quite some achievement.
"Shutta" opens the flipside with a distant rumble that gradually clarifies into a stripped Garage killer that's almost too good for words - the percussion bouncing through all four corners of an abandoned South London warehouse - clattering and panning, unravelling itself into oblivion while underpinned by another growling, weighty bassline and clipped sino stabs that open things up so wide you're left wondering where this guy gets his inspiration from.
But for our money the best is saved till last - "Exit Woundz" creeps into life with another anxious spread of broken percussion and opaque vocal samples levelling the surface for the expected drop - yet things retain a measured, devastating presence.
The squashed punch of the rhythm here is accentuated by layers of grinding bass and aquatic percussion, midnight rave styles in a 2-step signature with a mournful undertone that's almost at odds with the propulsive trajectory it holds onto throughout. Simply amazing music - honed for the darkest of dancefloors, neon-lit bedsits and the wide-angled vistas of continental festival stages at one and the same time - quite some achievement.
"Shutta" opens the flipside with a distant rumble that gradually clarifies into a stripped Garage killer that's almost too good for words - the percussion bouncing through all four corners of an abandoned South London warehouse - clattering and panning, unravelling itself into oblivion while underpinned by another growling, weighty bassline and clipped sino stabs that open things up so wide you're left wondering where this guy gets his inspiration from.
But for our money the best is saved till last - "Exit Woundz" creeps into life with another anxious spread of broken percussion and opaque vocal samples levelling the surface for the expected drop - yet things retain a measured, devastating presence.