Boomkat Product Review:
NYC’s John Roberts Further furnishes his Brunette Editions label with its first album - his 3rd to date; a bittersweet collection working cues from far eastern scales to current latin traits and commercial idents into a pandora’s box of strange, semi-organic sensations.
Most notably, the whole record is shy of any conventional 4/4 meter, preferring myriad variations of adroit digital drum hits worked into piquant claves and post grime patterns to which he fixes squirrelly pizzicato phrases and microtonal plumes that link this music closer to Haruomi Hosono, James Ferraro or Jammer than anyone from the house scene he’s been associated with.
They are exquisite, crystalline designs, rife with ripe feels and awash with the kind of vibrant harmonic colour that bears comparison with Bullion’s most exotic pop crops in Glue or the new age prisms of Dye Tones, and recalls the most nimble aspects of Ssaliva (now 0 Come Ups) in Plastic Rash.
An absolute triumph of an album, definitely Roberts’ best work by mile.