Woa! Flørist dousing us in some highly concentrated, serotonin-laced mist!
Galloping, gravity-shifting, minor-whiplash-inducing UNIT on the A1 that sees intricate, boundless beat-track damage skirmish and scurry around under the cloud-cover of overcast, Scion-esque akustiks!
In parts it reminds us of those early Rainfield 12"s on Chair Recordings, but as a whole it's an indeterminably modern hybrid, in the best possible way. RUDE as anything and still effortlessly classy. Absolutely fabulous!
Followed by a real stunner too, "Sail" offers up a hyper-romantic, equal measure of dreamy / depressive dance floor distillation...
Argh! Stop explaining techno!