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...
Pentagrams Of Discordia — three shadows, maybe, operating from nowhere in particular — have built a collection of tracks that feel like a séance was conducted through deeply unstable analogue circuitry...
As a first transmission on Zoku – Zoku, Ectospazm sets a high bar: eight tracks that refuse to settle for a single mode when three or four will do, played with the confidence of someone who has spent years...
It’s real and unshowy, relying only on skill sans tour de salon. The songs retain every ounce of the era's grit while sounding entirely wired into the present moment, a testament to the durability of the original...
Around the halfway point, acid elements bleed in and the track drifts into a hybrid of ambient texture, acid techno, and braindance influence — less a climax than a wind-down, the sound of a room after the lights...
Each successive 'phase' retains enough of its predecessor to preserve continuity while introducing totally fresh perspectives on the material. A luminous ambient passage becomes a slow motion meditation...
The natterjack toad survives by being extremely particular about where it will and won't live — a narrow band of dune slack and brackish pool, nothing more forgiving. Murphy's record inherits that pickiness and turns it...
Without the music, however, the whole enterprise is pointless. Across ten bold, tender, crystal-clear productions we move through timings, elevations, polyrhythms, low frequencies, hi-octane momentum...
