Tuesday, 15 January 2013
Wonderfully harsh, stark, analogue fatness, from those wonderful vintage synthesisers; hanging in space,hovering above a TR808 hammering through the center of every tune. The lyrics lean towards the minimal also, with shake, for example, consisting mainly of only the title being chanted throughout.
Everything you want in an electronic record exists here.
Sorry,but astonishingly ,I Got a DMCA notice for this one, so had to take the link down or face deletion of this Blog. Big Brother disapproves.Seems they're out to get me!