Before Jamie Lidell made his name as a glitchy soul crooner, he and Cristian Vogel made this hyper-glitchy, vaguely-soulful, generally-fucked funk record.
There's a careful balancing act at the heart of their debut, as Vogel and Lidell seek conflicting aims: impressing intellectually with boundary-blasting bitwise breakdowns, and moving body and soul with funk soul brotherhoods. Mostly, the IDM fuckery succeeds in crushing listenabile songs into experimental nothingness. But when the hooks survive the assault, the result is some truly original, exciting batshit noise-pop, as on the silky, tapeloop nanobeat opener Cut the Phone, and the James.Brownbot raveup Take Me Home. , Play the whole disc when you want your EDM to cut a rug, pluck out the highlights for your weirdest parties with your weirdest friends to dance weirdly to 4/5
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