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Clinic are one of those rare bands who’ve managed to constantly evolve and develop their sound, so that each new album feels like a progression, yet all the while sounding exactly like themselves and no one else.
Immersing yourself in Colourgrade for the entirety of its forty-minute duration is an experience akin to being cocooned in a soft, warm duvet, in a state somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, as reality melts into daydreams and your limbs melt into the bed.
Nicolas Jaar's work as Darkside pulls off the feat of being deeply moody yet catchy, combining extended psychedelic grooves, richly detailed atmospherics and unexpected earworms.
Together in Static is Avery’s document from a strange time and feels like a neat encapsulation of the feelings – hope, uncertainty, anticipation - shared by everyone looking forward to experiencing their next live music experience.
Rather than club music or urban music, Loraine James says that first and foremost, she produces ‘experimental music’.
With the release of his third full-length album, Bryan Müller a.k.a. Skee Mask has surely established himself as one of the leading figures at the vanguard of electronic music.
Using deceptively simple elements - piano, guitar, synths and the occasional angelic vocal sample, John Beltran has done a majestic job on The Season Series of channeling the beauty and fragility of nature, as well as capturing its state of constant flux.
Leon Vynehall is not afraid of exploring weighty topics with his music and in contrast to many electronic artists, revealing much about his own identity in the process. On his latest album ‘Rare, Forever, this includes his own doubts, anxieties and fears, both as an artist and a human being.
Spirit of the Beehive’s ENTERTAINMENT, DEATH is not psychedelic music in the normal sense of the term, although like most psychedelic music it does make for a disorientating listening experience.
Andy Stott's music is defined by the ever-present feeling of friction, the rub of needles bouncing into the red zone on a bank of dials. But this is tempered by a languid sensuality.
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