“Moving in several directions at once”, as an old mate used to say.
The bass pulse on ‘Tiger Style‘ overtakes the step of the beat and the oscillating top wobbles and delicious spring reverbs on the claps blend it all into a bonkers tortoise and hare race to the finish. Totally hypnotic and unintelligibly tech, like taking the back off some electronic device and looking at a jumble of coloured wiring and solder – and then realising you know fuck all about technology!
‘Sky Pulse‘ explores similair territory but in a more airy and ethereal vein, nudging into suspect retro synth era flourishes.
A strange, lugubrious, droney bit of bass/dubstep drift down the K-hole. Makes a nice change from all the bass line filth striving and rootical formularising going on out there. The bubbling acidic squelch line that fades up about half way puts the icing on the dark squat rave vibes.
A pleasingly curt but detailed, rattling, screws-loose assemblage of rusty, junk yard scrap metal, carried forward by a baggy, vented, internal bass throb. Machine funk business.
Sounds like they got stuck in their own K hole on this one! ‘Shapeshift’ kicks in with a promising, looped, cold rush rave vamp that quickly teeters on the edge of bloody irritating (but could be worked into a set to desired effect if the selector mixes it in ‘n’ out pronto) and then collapses into its own corner and nods out in a pool of piss as the rush kicks in.
Three tracks of robotically blank, mechanised, creep and slither. Clanking, deep space, beat work outs and scything bass gnarl synchronise into well-oiled, functional, DJ tool menace.