"Young Death" begins with the spark of a lighter, and then ushers you into an unusual time of day for Burial: sunrise. Set against wispy choral tones and shimmering chimes, the vocals sound crisp and cool. Later, a homespun arpeggio casts more daylight onto the music. Free of Burial's usual fog, the track's opening segment feels cleansing. When it takes a downcast turn in the last two minutes, however, something isn't right, sounding more like a shadow of a Burial tune.
Compared to the quiet, post-rave moments of previous Burial records, Young Death / Nightmarket retreats even further from the dance floor. On "Nightmarket," film dialogue (possibly from Alien) and a Blade Runner-esque synth channel sci-fi and computer games rather than pirate radio. It's rendered in neon instead, sharing the A-side's optimism and glow. But, in resisting the euphoric surges of Kindred and Rival Dealer, both tracks lack a certain quality. There are moments of hymnal beauty, but it's unmoored from the hardcore nostalgia of Bevan's most affecting music. The context for Young Death / Nightmarket is harder to grasp, and before you know it, it drifts away.