Really feeling this debut slab of screwed dub-punk-rap steez by an incognito figure who reminds us of everyone from Dean Blunt to Rat Heart/MJB, Lord Tusk and Thomas Bush
Seemingly hailing from outta nowhere (but something to do with London), ‘Lonely Eyes’ lays down a whole vibe across a dozen slo-mo and stepping screwballs built for those who like it dead slompy. It’s anyone’s guess as to their identity, or if it is even someone we already know, but either way they’ve evidently got a handle on this sound, hustling bits of digi-dub, DIY beat crud and drowsy vocals into druggy ditties about life, death and dub.
With nothing overpolished or overthought, they keep everything satisfyingly lowkey on a hoods-up skulk between the patently Dean Blunt-Spooled pressure of ‘I Smell Blood’ and the guttural ‘Krunk’. The wormy stepper ‘Move Like Dis’ and ‘talk of the Town’ parallel Lord Tusk & John T. Gast gems with its spongiform subs and zooted splutter, and a core highlight ‘death Hymn’ could almost be a stray Lolina work, while ‘Krunk (Woody’s Flute Mix)’ takes the set to its smokiest point. We’re a real sucker for those rusted 808 cowbells and slurred subs that underline the midnight chords of ‘Lost in the Dark’, and also the woozy Prince inflections that open up ‘Slum Funk’ and its Andy Stott-esque ruffcut drums, with a wicked piece of reticulated tresillo rhythm in ‘Terkos’, and the MJB meets BZMC flexor ‘An Poem’ sealing the seal for one you don’t want to nap on.
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Really feeling this debut slab of screwed dub-punk-rap steez by an incognito figure who reminds us of everyone from Dean Blunt to Rat Heart/MJB, Lord Tusk and Thomas Bush
Seemingly hailing from outta nowhere (but something to do with London), ‘Lonely Eyes’ lays down a whole vibe across a dozen slo-mo and stepping screwballs built for those who like it dead slompy. It’s anyone’s guess as to their identity, or if it is even someone we already know, but either way they’ve evidently got a handle on this sound, hustling bits of digi-dub, DIY beat crud and drowsy vocals into druggy ditties about life, death and dub.
With nothing overpolished or overthought, they keep everything satisfyingly lowkey on a hoods-up skulk between the patently Dean Blunt-Spooled pressure of ‘I Smell Blood’ and the guttural ‘Krunk’. The wormy stepper ‘Move Like Dis’ and ‘talk of the Town’ parallel Lord Tusk & John T. Gast gems with its spongiform subs and zooted splutter, and a core highlight ‘death Hymn’ could almost be a stray Lolina work, while ‘Krunk (Woody’s Flute Mix)’ takes the set to its smokiest point. We’re a real sucker for those rusted 808 cowbells and slurred subs that underline the midnight chords of ‘Lost in the Dark’, and also the woozy Prince inflections that open up ‘Slum Funk’ and its Andy Stott-esque ruffcut drums, with a wicked piece of reticulated tresillo rhythm in ‘Terkos’, and the MJB meets BZMC flexor ‘An Poem’ sealing the seal for one you don’t want to nap on.