Back in stock! Last copies!
Entropic, dub-demolished techno-pop / post-human blooz pushed waaaay further into all-out abyssal abstraction than any sane singer or soundboy would dare - gulp!
The closest thing we can compare this out-of-nowhere-ish mini-LP to is F ingers - a group KK have links to - buts its four long, shapeshifting tracks are crisper, blissier, less rooted in DIY/improvisation and more in drug-damaged, club-haunted calculation, yolking together Detroit, the rainy kosmische of Caroline K, and the scorched earth policy of Adrian Sherwood’s Echo Dek.
More considered words to follow, probably, but right now we have an EMERGENCY MONDAY AFTERNOON PUB MEETING so please check the clips - edition of only 150 on this, and highest possible recommendation.