Fallout isn't a record that revels in subtlety, and its strongest moments are when Shively wrestles with a fistful of ideas. In "Can't Shake Loose" it's when his gnarly acid squelch almost becomes a hardcore hoover, as drums clomp beneath police sirens, speeches and cheering crowds. On "Tare" it's when a groovy electro bassline is subjected to bongo breakdowns and a stilton-strong jazz funk riff. Closer "Judy Judy Judy" loops its title over warehouse-ready stabs, and then suddenly ups the ante with a throbbing bassline.
It's the same trick on "Fallout" and "Call Me You." Both seem like they're going to be rote garage-house jams, but Shively can't keep his face straight for long. The former morphs from Croydon basslines into shrieking rave synths, all stitched to a two-step shuffle, and the latter's sudden whistles betray a sense of humour. When so much house is narrow-focused and po-faced, an injection of anything-goes fun should be gratefully received.