A thrilling EP that shows a remarkable command of space, displaying the rare skill of concision in electronic music.
A welcome addition to a reemerging UK underground club scene. Expect dark, sulky rave energy alongside a healthy zesting of house and garage drums.
A euphoric, introspective, and positively club-ready two-tracker.
It’s a whole different way of painting a soundscape, and she accomplishes it to great effect.
The pieces come together, and again there’s a feeling like the nice guy you just met at the coffee shop will save you when the apocalypse hits. Do not underestimate the resources that lie within.
Hats and noise sweeps slide by, like dry ice. I love the tension in this as it continually approaches and then recedes.
They live in the mud under the porch. They came from the same womb, but something went horribly wrong. Drums roll eerily, flies buzz almost melodically, and the once warm and inviting bass is somehow now terrifying.
Simple melodies leave the beats space to breathe, ironically leaving me breathless with switchbacks, subtle pattern changes, and detailed reverb creating just enough depth.
Soupy reverbed-out spaces and voices make you take off your headphones to make sure no one is talking to you.
The EP moves slowly out of darkness into light, with marching snares and swelling tones. The people come together, chanting away evil, and overcome the wicked and vile.
© Bass Tourist