On a chef’s kiss debut album, enigmatic hyperpop-club duo Two Shell bring a welcome bit of mischief and contemporary psychedelic sensuality to the dance via a variegated bouquet of Tunes scaling from mutant garage to fractal jit zingers and warped ballads like the Gen Z offspring of AFX, Basement Jaxx, Florentino and SOPHIE .
Two Shell’s self-titled LP arrives like the immaculate AI conception of what feels like a concerted five year plan to fuck with the dance in the best way. Where preceding 12”s for Livity Sound and their own Mainframe Audio laid out tastes for prevailing, hypermodern strains of dembow, garage-techno and juke, their sound has becoming increasingly elusive in recent years, slippery with inventive surface detailing and flickering vocaloid idents that feel like they picked up the baton of dance-pop innovation from SOPHIE, and now patently distinguishes Two Shell from the pack.
Presented to the world by major Indie label, Young (FKA Twigs, Koreless, Jamie xx, Sampha), best to enable their convention-fucking antics, Two Shell use their first LP as vessel to riddle a genuine club sincerity with Gen Z’s blend of insouciance and ludic satire, factored by a need for speed and fluoro fractals. We may turn you right on or off with this analog, but they’re like the new-fangled 3-MMC of Dr Zee’s Mephedrone formula, 4-MMC; effectively reshuffling the formula of preceding dance musics in order for increased efficacy in their potency, with fewer of the side effects.
Of course things are muted in translation between eras, but Two Shell’s brand of dance-pop delivers on all the types of nonsense that work at high times, from the holographic call to club prayer recalling Ayshay in ‘</>’, thru their update of Basement Jaxx’s ‘Rendez Vu’ via SOPHIE in ‘come to terms’, to echoes of TCF’s Craxxxsmurf nods to early E+E in the shapeshifting closing romp of ‘Mirror’. Whether they know or acknowledge this timeline or not, it’s bang in effect, propelling them from the Burundi Black-via-M.I.A. and Kelman Duran links of ‘(rock✧solid)’ to razor-sharp hyper-jitters shot thru with peaktime pathos in ‘be gentle with me’ and the rushy longing of ‘be somebody’, and like Dua Li-ngo in a holographic scramble suit on the brilliant vocal editing of ‘Stars..’.
Proper, adventurous club music with a serious pop-tart neon piss stin(g)k tang, no less.
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On a chef’s kiss debut album, enigmatic hyperpop-club duo Two Shell bring a welcome bit of mischief and contemporary psychedelic sensuality to the dance via a variegated bouquet of Tunes scaling from mutant garage to fractal jit zingers and warped ballads like the Gen Z offspring of AFX, Basement Jaxx, Florentino and SOPHIE .
Two Shell’s self-titled LP arrives like the immaculate AI conception of what feels like a concerted five year plan to fuck with the dance in the best way. Where preceding 12”s for Livity Sound and their own Mainframe Audio laid out tastes for prevailing, hypermodern strains of dembow, garage-techno and juke, their sound has becoming increasingly elusive in recent years, slippery with inventive surface detailing and flickering vocaloid idents that feel like they picked up the baton of dance-pop innovation from SOPHIE, and now patently distinguishes Two Shell from the pack.
Presented to the world by major Indie label, Young (FKA Twigs, Koreless, Jamie xx, Sampha), best to enable their convention-fucking antics, Two Shell use their first LP as vessel to riddle a genuine club sincerity with Gen Z’s blend of insouciance and ludic satire, factored by a need for speed and fluoro fractals. We may turn you right on or off with this analog, but they’re like the new-fangled 3-MMC of Dr Zee’s Mephedrone formula, 4-MMC; effectively reshuffling the formula of preceding dance musics in order for increased efficacy in their potency, with fewer of the side effects.
Of course things are muted in translation between eras, but Two Shell’s brand of dance-pop delivers on all the types of nonsense that work at high times, from the holographic call to club prayer recalling Ayshay in ‘</>’, thru their update of Basement Jaxx’s ‘Rendez Vu’ via SOPHIE in ‘come to terms’, to echoes of TCF’s Craxxxsmurf nods to early E+E in the shapeshifting closing romp of ‘Mirror’. Whether they know or acknowledge this timeline or not, it’s bang in effect, propelling them from the Burundi Black-via-M.I.A. and Kelman Duran links of ‘(rock✧solid)’ to razor-sharp hyper-jitters shot thru with peaktime pathos in ‘be gentle with me’ and the rushy longing of ‘be somebody’, and like Dua Li-ngo in a holographic scramble suit on the brilliant vocal editing of ‘Stars..’.
Proper, adventurous club music with a serious pop-tart neon piss stin(g)k tang, no less.
On a chef’s kiss debut album, enigmatic hyperpop-club duo Two Shell bring a welcome bit of mischief and contemporary psychedelic sensuality to the dance via a variegated bouquet of Tunes scaling from mutant garage to fractal jit zingers and warped ballads like the Gen Z offspring of AFX, Basement Jaxx, Florentino and SOPHIE .
Two Shell’s self-titled LP arrives like the immaculate AI conception of what feels like a concerted five year plan to fuck with the dance in the best way. Where preceding 12”s for Livity Sound and their own Mainframe Audio laid out tastes for prevailing, hypermodern strains of dembow, garage-techno and juke, their sound has becoming increasingly elusive in recent years, slippery with inventive surface detailing and flickering vocaloid idents that feel like they picked up the baton of dance-pop innovation from SOPHIE, and now patently distinguishes Two Shell from the pack.
Presented to the world by major Indie label, Young (FKA Twigs, Koreless, Jamie xx, Sampha), best to enable their convention-fucking antics, Two Shell use their first LP as vessel to riddle a genuine club sincerity with Gen Z’s blend of insouciance and ludic satire, factored by a need for speed and fluoro fractals. We may turn you right on or off with this analog, but they’re like the new-fangled 3-MMC of Dr Zee’s Mephedrone formula, 4-MMC; effectively reshuffling the formula of preceding dance musics in order for increased efficacy in their potency, with fewer of the side effects.
Of course things are muted in translation between eras, but Two Shell’s brand of dance-pop delivers on all the types of nonsense that work at high times, from the holographic call to club prayer recalling Ayshay in ‘</>’, thru their update of Basement Jaxx’s ‘Rendez Vu’ via SOPHIE in ‘come to terms’, to echoes of TCF’s Craxxxsmurf nods to early E+E in the shapeshifting closing romp of ‘Mirror’. Whether they know or acknowledge this timeline or not, it’s bang in effect, propelling them from the Burundi Black-via-M.I.A. and Kelman Duran links of ‘(rock✧solid)’ to razor-sharp hyper-jitters shot thru with peaktime pathos in ‘be gentle with me’ and the rushy longing of ‘be somebody’, and like Dua Li-ngo in a holographic scramble suit on the brilliant vocal editing of ‘Stars..’.
Proper, adventurous club music with a serious pop-tart neon piss stin(g)k tang, no less.
On a chef’s kiss debut album, enigmatic hyperpop-club duo Two Shell bring a welcome bit of mischief and contemporary psychedelic sensuality to the dance via a variegated bouquet of Tunes scaling from mutant garage to fractal jit zingers and warped ballads like the Gen Z offspring of AFX, Basement Jaxx, Florentino and SOPHIE .
Two Shell’s self-titled LP arrives like the immaculate AI conception of what feels like a concerted five year plan to fuck with the dance in the best way. Where preceding 12”s for Livity Sound and their own Mainframe Audio laid out tastes for prevailing, hypermodern strains of dembow, garage-techno and juke, their sound has becoming increasingly elusive in recent years, slippery with inventive surface detailing and flickering vocaloid idents that feel like they picked up the baton of dance-pop innovation from SOPHIE, and now patently distinguishes Two Shell from the pack.
Presented to the world by major Indie label, Young (FKA Twigs, Koreless, Jamie xx, Sampha), best to enable their convention-fucking antics, Two Shell use their first LP as vessel to riddle a genuine club sincerity with Gen Z’s blend of insouciance and ludic satire, factored by a need for speed and fluoro fractals. We may turn you right on or off with this analog, but they’re like the new-fangled 3-MMC of Dr Zee’s Mephedrone formula, 4-MMC; effectively reshuffling the formula of preceding dance musics in order for increased efficacy in their potency, with fewer of the side effects.
Of course things are muted in translation between eras, but Two Shell’s brand of dance-pop delivers on all the types of nonsense that work at high times, from the holographic call to club prayer recalling Ayshay in ‘</>’, thru their update of Basement Jaxx’s ‘Rendez Vu’ via SOPHIE in ‘come to terms’, to echoes of TCF’s Craxxxsmurf nods to early E+E in the shapeshifting closing romp of ‘Mirror’. Whether they know or acknowledge this timeline or not, it’s bang in effect, propelling them from the Burundi Black-via-M.I.A. and Kelman Duran links of ‘(rock✧solid)’ to razor-sharp hyper-jitters shot thru with peaktime pathos in ‘be gentle with me’ and the rushy longing of ‘be somebody’, and like Dua Li-ngo in a holographic scramble suit on the brilliant vocal editing of ‘Stars..’.
Proper, adventurous club music with a serious pop-tart neon piss stin(g)k tang, no less.