The Japanese titles throughout point toward natural imagery — sunrise, clouds, ripples on water, the slow churn of weather and tide — and that imagery isn't decorative, it is structural, a map for how each piece is meant to...
dubTRAK's Loss of TRAKtion draws from every strand of this history at once. Through its eight tracks, the record moves from bass runs and weird melodic bounce that could pass for a lost King Tubby session, through reverb...
Calm, plinking melodies begin to circle after each chord, joined by a bass note so deep it feels less heard than felt, a low hum sitting beneath everything else. Even the drums, simple single kicks laid out in...
Songs that could easily collapse into noise instead hold together through deliberate architecture, with malfunctionism operating as an instrument in its own right, not as damage applied to otherwise...
This isn't dub as genre exercise. This is dub as fever dream, dub as sonic ritual, dub as a transmission beamed in from some parallel Kingston where the mixing board runs on psychedelic cosmic rays instead of...
It would be easy to hear Neram Pularumbol as a record about hybridity — East meeting West, acoustic meeting digital, the usual frame critics reach for when a South Asian artist picks up a laptop. That frame undersells what...
Thorne strips each style down to its essential quality: the growl, the intricacy, the patience -- and he lets all three inform the same track without any single one taking charge. The result rarely announces which style...
Musically, it's part ancient and part modern, building a quiet euphoria as it goes. The palette is warm and seductive, rhythmic without being insistent, minimal and diffuse. Voices drift somewhere just out of reach, never...
Anyone who knows his songwriting should know what to expect, and I promise it'll exceed those expectations. He's looting 1962, dragging it into a modern club, and making it clock in for a shift it never...
There's an unmistakable geography to how this record was made. Deserts, coastlines, abandoned rooms, airports — these aren't just backdrops but co-authors, and the music carries their weather. It's spacious the...
This is exactly the kind of record you'd expect from a producer who cut his teeth as one half of Funckarma before building a solo catalogue defined by its granular, shape-shifting relationship to...
The record is out now as a CD and in digital formats, and either way you take it in, it announces itself as a tightly sequenced eleven-track journey through IDM, drum and bass & jungle, and ambient textures...
