Nite Mode Vol. 2
Punk soul boys Michael J.Blood and Rat Heart stoke up the SP-404 and the mic for a follow-up to 2022’s sought-after first Nite Mode volume, doubling down on its brand of smashed R&B romance in a way that feels primed for long summer nights.
The MVPs don their silk smoking jackets, trackies and slippers for a properly greazy, hour-long suite of smudged and screwed beatdown laced with aching original vocals and oodles of slanted soul. Going on like Rezzett with a thang for the afters, they’re like a pair of mucky sponges who’ve soaked up a wealth of influence from Manchester’s record bins and dances, wring themselves out in a pungent, acridly fermented sort of psych-dub-funk and punkish soul.
Opening on the pitching, starry-eyed chords of ’The Boys Are Back In Town’, they slip between proper DJ Screw tekkerz on ‘Rapture’ and something like Iueke on ‘Tell Me’, to smudged psych-funk licks in ‘F*ck You’ and scrawl out killer ‘Dance of the Drunken Drums’ grog in ‘Trjaik Majik’.
It all comes to a head on the 16 minute madness ’Donny Dome’; an extended session of smoked-out tempo changes, stabs and loose-limbed drums which is weirdly giving us a very vivid flashback to cycling up the yew tree road in the late 90’s listening to black secret technology, weeping.
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Punk soul boys Michael J.Blood and Rat Heart stoke up the SP-404 and the mic for a follow-up to 2022’s sought-after first Nite Mode volume, doubling down on its brand of smashed R&B romance in a way that feels primed for long summer nights.
The MVPs don their silk smoking jackets, trackies and slippers for a properly greazy, hour-long suite of smudged and screwed beatdown laced with aching original vocals and oodles of slanted soul. Going on like Rezzett with a thang for the afters, they’re like a pair of mucky sponges who’ve soaked up a wealth of influence from Manchester’s record bins and dances, wring themselves out in a pungent, acridly fermented sort of psych-dub-funk and punkish soul.
Opening on the pitching, starry-eyed chords of ’The Boys Are Back In Town’, they slip between proper DJ Screw tekkerz on ‘Rapture’ and something like Iueke on ‘Tell Me’, to smudged psych-funk licks in ‘F*ck You’ and scrawl out killer ‘Dance of the Drunken Drums’ grog in ‘Trjaik Majik’.
It all comes to a head on the 16 minute madness ’Donny Dome’; an extended session of smoked-out tempo changes, stabs and loose-limbed drums which is weirdly giving us a very vivid flashback to cycling up the yew tree road in the late 90’s listening to black secret technology, weeping.
Punk soul boys Michael J.Blood and Rat Heart stoke up the SP-404 and the mic for a follow-up to 2022’s sought-after first Nite Mode volume, doubling down on its brand of smashed R&B romance in a way that feels primed for long summer nights.
The MVPs don their silk smoking jackets, trackies and slippers for a properly greazy, hour-long suite of smudged and screwed beatdown laced with aching original vocals and oodles of slanted soul. Going on like Rezzett with a thang for the afters, they’re like a pair of mucky sponges who’ve soaked up a wealth of influence from Manchester’s record bins and dances, wring themselves out in a pungent, acridly fermented sort of psych-dub-funk and punkish soul.
Opening on the pitching, starry-eyed chords of ’The Boys Are Back In Town’, they slip between proper DJ Screw tekkerz on ‘Rapture’ and something like Iueke on ‘Tell Me’, to smudged psych-funk licks in ‘F*ck You’ and scrawl out killer ‘Dance of the Drunken Drums’ grog in ‘Trjaik Majik’.
It all comes to a head on the 16 minute madness ’Donny Dome’; an extended session of smoked-out tempo changes, stabs and loose-limbed drums which is weirdly giving us a very vivid flashback to cycling up the yew tree road in the late 90’s listening to black secret technology, weeping.
Punk soul boys Michael J.Blood and Rat Heart stoke up the SP-404 and the mic for a follow-up to 2022’s sought-after first Nite Mode volume, doubling down on its brand of smashed R&B romance in a way that feels primed for long summer nights.
The MVPs don their silk smoking jackets, trackies and slippers for a properly greazy, hour-long suite of smudged and screwed beatdown laced with aching original vocals and oodles of slanted soul. Going on like Rezzett with a thang for the afters, they’re like a pair of mucky sponges who’ve soaked up a wealth of influence from Manchester’s record bins and dances, wring themselves out in a pungent, acridly fermented sort of psych-dub-funk and punkish soul.
Opening on the pitching, starry-eyed chords of ’The Boys Are Back In Town’, they slip between proper DJ Screw tekkerz on ‘Rapture’ and something like Iueke on ‘Tell Me’, to smudged psych-funk licks in ‘F*ck You’ and scrawl out killer ‘Dance of the Drunken Drums’ grog in ‘Trjaik Majik’.
It all comes to a head on the 16 minute madness ’Donny Dome’; an extended session of smoked-out tempo changes, stabs and loose-limbed drums which is weirdly giving us a very vivid flashback to cycling up the yew tree road in the late 90’s listening to black secret technology, weeping.
Yellow vinyl 2LP edition of 500 copies, mastered by Miles and including a download of the album dropped to your account.
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Punk soul boys Michael J.Blood and Rat Heart stoke up the SP-404 and the mic for a follow-up to 2022’s sought-after first Nite Mode volume, doubling down on its brand of smashed R&B romance in a way that feels primed for long summer nights.
The MVPs don their silk smoking jackets, trackies and slippers for a properly greazy, hour-long suite of smudged and screwed beatdown laced with aching original vocals and oodles of slanted soul. Going on like Rezzett with a thang for the afters, they’re like a pair of mucky sponges who’ve soaked up a wealth of influence from Manchester’s record bins and dances, wring themselves out in a pungent, acridly fermented sort of psych-dub-funk and punkish soul.
Opening on the pitching, starry-eyed chords of ’The Boys Are Back In Town’, they slip between proper DJ Screw tekkerz on ‘Rapture’ and something like Iueke on ‘Tell Me’, to smudged psych-funk licks in ‘F*ck You’ and scrawl out killer ‘Dance of the Drunken Drums’ grog in ‘Trjaik Majik’.
It all comes to a head on the 16 minute madness ’Donny Dome’; an extended session of smoked-out tempo changes, stabs and loose-limbed drums which is weirdly giving us a very vivid flashback to cycling up the yew tree road in the late 90’s listening to black secret technology, weeping.