"Athabaskan Languages" seems to echo the angsty sentiment in the title track of its predecessor, Ataxia No Logos. It's the EP's beeline to the dance floor and a corruption of "Hellegate" (or vice versa), only it lacks the ominous atmospheric charge that descends over the closing track. "Sarsi" embodies one of those off-the-floor moments Haslam has shown aptitude for, perhaps most virulently on in his Mister Saturday Night debut. This time, however, he's content to just tinker on the surface and bask in its glow of sunny dub reverb.
"Sirenik" returns to more chilling temperaments, like an excursion through strange, dense undergrowth. But we're pushed through the layers with lashings of groove that make the eight-plus-minute journey feel energised, robust and bouncy. On the whole, Athabaskan Languages is a solid, comfortable release.