Shadowy UK label ANA cough up a proper bedsitter special debut from Bearer full of damp towel ambience and bong-bubbling rhythms after smart work by Gamba, Beyaz, Rezka, and kru
Weighing up as the label’s most significant solo outing after 2019’s ‘Diktat’ compilation, ‘Precincts’ extends a dank invitation to Bearer’s twilight world where low-flying beats scud and ricochet below cobwebbed atmospheres stained with licks of nicotine jazz. Like the rest of the styles on ANA, Bearer achieves a quality of mood with minimalist means in a way beyond their young years, drawing on a latent, hypnagogic downbeat vibe that’s permeated the best UK trip hop, dub techno/dubstep and offbeat mutations since the late ’90s.
From the malfunctioning air vent of ’Sig Int’ to the blank eyed white-out of ’Sig Ext’, it’s the sound of urban decay and stoner paranoia creeping in and up the walls, settling heavy in the air. Spindly guitars pick out desert bluesy figures from the smoke in ‘Pinhul’, and ’Torpa’ beckons toward a mouldy pillow vibe, while sultry rhythms and hazed jazz chords creep across the scene in ’Sur’. He gets right under the skin like a Kevin Martin dub geist in ‘Blu’, with ’Sion’ beautifully recalling Raime at their most sylvan, jazz mag romantic, before passing out into Pessimistic voodoo on ‘Bone’ and the more fractured designs of ‘Rife’ prang off at more intriguing new sci-fi-industrial angles.
A strong look for isolated wintery times.
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Shadowy UK label ANA cough up a proper bedsitter special debut from Bearer full of damp towel ambience and bong-bubbling rhythms after smart work by Gamba, Beyaz, Rezka, and kru
Weighing up as the label’s most significant solo outing after 2019’s ‘Diktat’ compilation, ‘Precincts’ extends a dank invitation to Bearer’s twilight world where low-flying beats scud and ricochet below cobwebbed atmospheres stained with licks of nicotine jazz. Like the rest of the styles on ANA, Bearer achieves a quality of mood with minimalist means in a way beyond their young years, drawing on a latent, hypnagogic downbeat vibe that’s permeated the best UK trip hop, dub techno/dubstep and offbeat mutations since the late ’90s.
From the malfunctioning air vent of ’Sig Int’ to the blank eyed white-out of ’Sig Ext’, it’s the sound of urban decay and stoner paranoia creeping in and up the walls, settling heavy in the air. Spindly guitars pick out desert bluesy figures from the smoke in ‘Pinhul’, and ’Torpa’ beckons toward a mouldy pillow vibe, while sultry rhythms and hazed jazz chords creep across the scene in ’Sur’. He gets right under the skin like a Kevin Martin dub geist in ‘Blu’, with ’Sion’ beautifully recalling Raime at their most sylvan, jazz mag romantic, before passing out into Pessimistic voodoo on ‘Bone’ and the more fractured designs of ‘Rife’ prang off at more intriguing new sci-fi-industrial angles.
A strong look for isolated wintery times.
Shadowy UK label ANA cough up a proper bedsitter special debut from Bearer full of damp towel ambience and bong-bubbling rhythms after smart work by Gamba, Beyaz, Rezka, and kru
Weighing up as the label’s most significant solo outing after 2019’s ‘Diktat’ compilation, ‘Precincts’ extends a dank invitation to Bearer’s twilight world where low-flying beats scud and ricochet below cobwebbed atmospheres stained with licks of nicotine jazz. Like the rest of the styles on ANA, Bearer achieves a quality of mood with minimalist means in a way beyond their young years, drawing on a latent, hypnagogic downbeat vibe that’s permeated the best UK trip hop, dub techno/dubstep and offbeat mutations since the late ’90s.
From the malfunctioning air vent of ’Sig Int’ to the blank eyed white-out of ’Sig Ext’, it’s the sound of urban decay and stoner paranoia creeping in and up the walls, settling heavy in the air. Spindly guitars pick out desert bluesy figures from the smoke in ‘Pinhul’, and ’Torpa’ beckons toward a mouldy pillow vibe, while sultry rhythms and hazed jazz chords creep across the scene in ’Sur’. He gets right under the skin like a Kevin Martin dub geist in ‘Blu’, with ’Sion’ beautifully recalling Raime at their most sylvan, jazz mag romantic, before passing out into Pessimistic voodoo on ‘Bone’ and the more fractured designs of ‘Rife’ prang off at more intriguing new sci-fi-industrial angles.
A strong look for isolated wintery times.
Shadowy UK label ANA cough up a proper bedsitter special debut from Bearer full of damp towel ambience and bong-bubbling rhythms after smart work by Gamba, Beyaz, Rezka, and kru
Weighing up as the label’s most significant solo outing after 2019’s ‘Diktat’ compilation, ‘Precincts’ extends a dank invitation to Bearer’s twilight world where low-flying beats scud and ricochet below cobwebbed atmospheres stained with licks of nicotine jazz. Like the rest of the styles on ANA, Bearer achieves a quality of mood with minimalist means in a way beyond their young years, drawing on a latent, hypnagogic downbeat vibe that’s permeated the best UK trip hop, dub techno/dubstep and offbeat mutations since the late ’90s.
From the malfunctioning air vent of ’Sig Int’ to the blank eyed white-out of ’Sig Ext’, it’s the sound of urban decay and stoner paranoia creeping in and up the walls, settling heavy in the air. Spindly guitars pick out desert bluesy figures from the smoke in ‘Pinhul’, and ’Torpa’ beckons toward a mouldy pillow vibe, while sultry rhythms and hazed jazz chords creep across the scene in ’Sur’. He gets right under the skin like a Kevin Martin dub geist in ‘Blu’, with ’Sion’ beautifully recalling Raime at their most sylvan, jazz mag romantic, before passing out into Pessimistic voodoo on ‘Bone’ and the more fractured designs of ‘Rife’ prang off at more intriguing new sci-fi-industrial angles.
A strong look for isolated wintery times.
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Shadowy UK label ANA cough up a proper bedsitter special debut from Bearer full of damp towel ambience and bong-bubbling rhythms after smart work by Gamba, Beyaz, Rezka, and kru
Weighing up as the label’s most significant solo outing after 2019’s ‘Diktat’ compilation, ‘Precincts’ extends a dank invitation to Bearer’s twilight world where low-flying beats scud and ricochet below cobwebbed atmospheres stained with licks of nicotine jazz. Like the rest of the styles on ANA, Bearer achieves a quality of mood with minimalist means in a way beyond their young years, drawing on a latent, hypnagogic downbeat vibe that’s permeated the best UK trip hop, dub techno/dubstep and offbeat mutations since the late ’90s.
From the malfunctioning air vent of ’Sig Int’ to the blank eyed white-out of ’Sig Ext’, it’s the sound of urban decay and stoner paranoia creeping in and up the walls, settling heavy in the air. Spindly guitars pick out desert bluesy figures from the smoke in ‘Pinhul’, and ’Torpa’ beckons toward a mouldy pillow vibe, while sultry rhythms and hazed jazz chords creep across the scene in ’Sur’. He gets right under the skin like a Kevin Martin dub geist in ‘Blu’, with ’Sion’ beautifully recalling Raime at their most sylvan, jazz mag romantic, before passing out into Pessimistic voodoo on ‘Bone’ and the more fractured designs of ‘Rife’ prang off at more intriguing new sci-fi-industrial angles.
A strong look for isolated wintery times.