Largely outta sight since 2015, Her Records boss Suda drops the nim and comes up in Hives with a super wide, tumultuous mesh of fiercely disciplined Afro-Latin club rhythms and piquant electronics.
His Hives renders 6 proper, forward designs for modern dance music, combining a razor-sharp, widely-scoped palette of rhythms with pristine, weightless production and the inimitably intimate mastering of label co-owner and engineer Jeremy Cox to bring the Suda sound immersively close and upfront.
In his most substantial offering since The Link EP (2014) he’s achieved a staggering depth of field and breathtaking ‘floor dynamics in each part: whether infusing vocaloid soul into the sweeping epic Inner Monologue, tilting toward the 3rd moon in his vertiginous Faced, or operating right on the limen with the mutant, weightless zither licks and visceral noise grain of Hive - Mind; the production values are devilishly hyperreal in effect.
But it’s certainly not all aesthetic and no substance; in terms of club futureshocks this lot has substance for days - those barking, steel-caped drums on Knotweed are liable to leave the ‘floor needing a tetanus jab, whilst Idiopath will light the dance to National Grid worrying levels.
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Largely outta sight since 2015, Her Records boss Suda drops the nim and comes up in Hives with a super wide, tumultuous mesh of fiercely disciplined Afro-Latin club rhythms and piquant electronics.
His Hives renders 6 proper, forward designs for modern dance music, combining a razor-sharp, widely-scoped palette of rhythms with pristine, weightless production and the inimitably intimate mastering of label co-owner and engineer Jeremy Cox to bring the Suda sound immersively close and upfront.
In his most substantial offering since The Link EP (2014) he’s achieved a staggering depth of field and breathtaking ‘floor dynamics in each part: whether infusing vocaloid soul into the sweeping epic Inner Monologue, tilting toward the 3rd moon in his vertiginous Faced, or operating right on the limen with the mutant, weightless zither licks and visceral noise grain of Hive - Mind; the production values are devilishly hyperreal in effect.
But it’s certainly not all aesthetic and no substance; in terms of club futureshocks this lot has substance for days - those barking, steel-caped drums on Knotweed are liable to leave the ‘floor needing a tetanus jab, whilst Idiopath will light the dance to National Grid worrying levels.
Largely outta sight since 2015, Her Records boss Suda drops the nim and comes up in Hives with a super wide, tumultuous mesh of fiercely disciplined Afro-Latin club rhythms and piquant electronics.
His Hives renders 6 proper, forward designs for modern dance music, combining a razor-sharp, widely-scoped palette of rhythms with pristine, weightless production and the inimitably intimate mastering of label co-owner and engineer Jeremy Cox to bring the Suda sound immersively close and upfront.
In his most substantial offering since The Link EP (2014) he’s achieved a staggering depth of field and breathtaking ‘floor dynamics in each part: whether infusing vocaloid soul into the sweeping epic Inner Monologue, tilting toward the 3rd moon in his vertiginous Faced, or operating right on the limen with the mutant, weightless zither licks and visceral noise grain of Hive - Mind; the production values are devilishly hyperreal in effect.
But it’s certainly not all aesthetic and no substance; in terms of club futureshocks this lot has substance for days - those barking, steel-caped drums on Knotweed are liable to leave the ‘floor needing a tetanus jab, whilst Idiopath will light the dance to National Grid worrying levels.
Largely outta sight since 2015, Her Records boss Suda drops the nim and comes up in Hives with a super wide, tumultuous mesh of fiercely disciplined Afro-Latin club rhythms and piquant electronics.
His Hives renders 6 proper, forward designs for modern dance music, combining a razor-sharp, widely-scoped palette of rhythms with pristine, weightless production and the inimitably intimate mastering of label co-owner and engineer Jeremy Cox to bring the Suda sound immersively close and upfront.
In his most substantial offering since The Link EP (2014) he’s achieved a staggering depth of field and breathtaking ‘floor dynamics in each part: whether infusing vocaloid soul into the sweeping epic Inner Monologue, tilting toward the 3rd moon in his vertiginous Faced, or operating right on the limen with the mutant, weightless zither licks and visceral noise grain of Hive - Mind; the production values are devilishly hyperreal in effect.
But it’s certainly not all aesthetic and no substance; in terms of club futureshocks this lot has substance for days - those barking, steel-caped drums on Knotweed are liable to leave the ‘floor needing a tetanus jab, whilst Idiopath will light the dance to National Grid worrying levels.