Landing on Mordant Music, Some Friends... is the most widely-available release from Some Truths yet, and it comes with a newfound focus on melody and composition. Cumbers has a tight grip on his machines, weaving space rock melodies on "Too Much Bone" and emphasizing the unique textures of modular synthesis—"Magie On The Gallows" moves like an organism that lives, breathes and grows. At their most basic, these songs develop through the modulation of sounds that dance and jiggle across the stereo spectrum, but they feel practiced rather than improvisatory.
Over its second half, Some Friends... wobbles in the direction of techno, albeit the cosmically-inclined kind. The nine-minute closer "What Fresh Hell Is This" does it best, loading up a sturdy foundation with seismic pulses and erratically twirling synths—it has all the brazen unpredictability of a live jam, but it squirms in place as if pinned down by Cumbers' own hands. Swarmed by angry tea kettle squeals, "Section 12(2)" is driven by a zig-zagging bassline, like Shackleton in slo-mo.
As with Bass Clef's recent material on PAN, some of these tracks (especially the Drexciyan depth charge of "Acid and Prozac") could work on an open-minded dance floor. The album is short, digestible and split into two neat halves, without a wasted moment. This, above all, is the hallmark of Cumbers' recent hot streak: the more out-there he gets, the more confident he seems in his surroundings. On Some Friends... he sounds right at home.