murky

San Diego has no shortage of bedroom beatmakers, and here’s one who knows how to make music that knocks but can’t resist burying it under a blanket of murk. I don’t know exactly what (he?) (they?) are doing, gear-wise, but these nine tracks sound like wheezing robots covering sad chiptune songs at the bottom of Clams Casino’s backyard pool. Good stuff’s burbling just beneath the surface, and the experimental streak is very much appreciated. 

–Ben Salmon, San Diego City Beat