Daedelus has always been a different breed of hip hop loopsmith, using samples to make music that doesn't sound retro and doesn't sound futuristic; music stands outside of spacetime in its own quiet way.
This is the man on top of his game, making an album that resonates with emotion that you can't place, sounding as silky, alluring, mysterious and understated as the bespoke clothing the titles evoke. Sometimes skitterey (French Cuffs), occasionally Twin Peaks ethereal (In Tatters), always off doing its own thing, its a cohesive, compelling album that walks off on sidelong paths, within earshot of convention, but just 4/5
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