Trim, Soul Food Volume 3. For someone who seems to be in perpetual crisis about whether he should MC or not, his work is always fresh as a daisy. Perhaps that's the reason...
Flying Lotus album. I'm sure I'm not alone in thinking the hype had got rather out of hand, but this is genuinely some inside-out hiphop shizznizz.
Theo Parrish's Sound Sculptures Volume 1. Nominally house music, but these never quite interlocking beats are almost like Timbaland on a tapesplice binge. Some of the weirdest, most extenuated grooves I've heard for a while.
Kind of feeling > Religious Knives' album. Not the usual noise-stuff from the No Fun label, but a nasty-er, more barbed version of the Velvet Underground circa White Light, with scaborous, caustic guitar drone distortion which sounds like plastic flakes are falling off the tape reel.
Really feeling > Thomas Brinkmann's work passim. The new album is entirely techno-less, sort of like Tom Waits doing an album with Suicide at points, given the prevalence of his gravelly vocals and primitive synth pulses. But rewind through his recent albums, and each of them is radically different. Klick Revolution is an extraordinary piece of degraded techno, which feels like the beats are falling apart- William Basinski eat your heart out. Lucky Hands is more Matthew Dear-ish, with lots of vocals and hooks that tear into your skin. Techno's arch conceptualist, Brinkmann's work sets a different agenda for himself and techno as a whole at every turn.
Not really feeling > The couple of recent sets I've caught with The Bug. OK, his MCs are pretty rocking, but its somehow a little sad to hear Flo Dan and Warrior Queen's old lyrics represented over new beats, which for my money lose some of the quirky freshness of, say, those Roll Deep and Sunship productions which these two used to rhyme over. If feels like a repackaging.