You can tell it’s summer listening to this one, but like the shittest summer imaginable. Starts with songwriters exploring the darkest corners of their souls, gets into aimless shuffles for cancelled carnivals, a triple bill of nice breakcore from Socialistischer Plattenbau, some shadowy dank AF club sounds (for shut down clubs) and a palette cleanser of metal and happy hardcore. Weird ride.
Highlights: Two tracks that really scrape the murkier part of the barrel and keep digging: Lonnie Halley’s fabulously large doo wop hellscape and that mahoosively foundation-rattling piece by Northern Lord (there’s another where it came from).
