Sat 25th October 2014
The music that is contained on this EP is perhaps the most creepy we've been sent in a long time. Made by one person, Sky Traceable, in his parents' basement, it's a sludgy, lonesome noise. Constructed from fuzzed up guitar, a drum kit that sounds like it's hanging together with bits of sellotape and skinned with patched animal hides and yelped vocals buried in analogue graininess.
The overall aesthetic is one of rejected despondency, underlined by the strange and disconcerting recordings of phone messages from women asking an unnamed recipient to stop contacting them. This gives it the same unhinged quality as the excellent Human = Garbage by Dystopia, but much more restrained and lo-fi. The snail's pace much of the release adopts gives it that extra feeling of dread, and coupled with the phone messages, makes it all the more interesting. It places the listener into an eerie, voyeuristic position that's not entirely comfortable.
If you dig the self-loathing of Today Is The Day or The Khayembii Communique, then get on it, otherwise, discretion is advised.