They’re still roaming, even though there’s little to do, or play with, regarding structure if we’re being honest – the framework’s already there, firmly cemented to the ground at 140bpm (like the 4×4/128bpm +/- 1 or 2 of Techno, or the 85/170bpm of Grey Area etc, etc).
Like an abandoned playground with rusty frames creaking in the wind (I’m thinking Pripyat, above), all that happens now is wasteland wandering kids come along and tie their bits of coloured ribbons or trinkets to the poles. Some more come along later and maybe nick a few, add a few new ones, do a spot of re-arranging maybe and move on when they get bored (or grow up). Time and weather do the rest.
Somehow always a few steps ahead of the pack with his lean neo-Dungeon vibes.
This one off Samba’s latest: gotta say, this (for me) carries on the theme of my previous post’s muttering/musings about going deeper – ‘caving’ etc. This starts to impress with its oppressive, maximalist minimalism; tunnels narrowing…
And last but not least, Dalek One – City of Oz (Hatched 32)