Lead cut "Cushion" is sepia-tinted, its drums flaking rust on every stomp, with an achingly gorgeous flute line winding above them. It's a track drenched in nostalgia, the aural equivalent of finding a high-school photo at the back of a drawer. In comparison, "Am Bosselle" is anxiety inducing: drums, vocal snippets and synth stabs each claim a brief moment of clarity before diffusing back into chaos. Things round out with the sleepy stride of "Crossroads," whose kicks stumble across twirling chimes with enough bass to leave a bruise. The rhythmic switch-up at the half is a deft move, like watching a drunk skip suddenly into a Fred Astaire shimmy. The lo-fi house pool may be full to bursting, but few producers can make such sparse elements resonate with this much emotional clout.
Fri / 31 May 2013
A2 Am Bossele