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Should pin you by the very first track - Urb / Heady and intense throughout - Metro.Pop / You can't stop listening - Pop Matters / A must have for hip-hop fans who see a future for the genre beyond the dancefloor - San Francisco Examiner / Close your eyes, swallow, and get to know true enlightenment - Absorb |
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Los Angeles-based Thavius Beck seems to have cut his hip-hop umbilical cord letting his slow mummer seep into the blossoming new left movement of sample dreamers and neuro-eyed synth kids. And it's accompanied by the starry-eyed dynamo buzz of dropping a tape recorder into your evening bathtub water. With this sound comes a respectable leap into the unknown space tissue of juxtaposing raw sounds into a kaleidoscope of ear sights. A quite humble addition to the experimentation of the rick-raquet sample mood swing. A spawning youthful debut to say the least. "What Lurks in the Darkness..." gives the impression of a surrealist trance walk through reels of 1950's French films, a certain sort of psychedelic mind experience. All hidden deeply within the black and white keys of the ghostly piano layering. "(Music Will Be) The Death of Us All" begins with a shout out to the musical contributors of the land while it softly and unexpectedly fades into a haze of reverb sounding similar to a skipping Jane Fonda workout video in an industrial warehouse lab. Definitely a journey through sound keeping you edge heavy on a tight rope. Thavius' off-key drum hit patterns give the authenticity of an eerie gothic Halloween party sandwiched between carnivals of haunting vocal samples. The density of his track structure is nothing short of a mass combination of electronic clutter-hop. All beautifully set to the score of his dangerous brain delay. These magical innovative compositions span the electron cloud hemisphere engraining their echo into the depths of the nicotine infested lung cage. Most definitely a worthy contribution to the progressive sound Mush Records has become synonymous with. Certainly in tune with their efforts to reach the outer-most galaxies of the universe. The instrumental tracks stand completely alone from the four full vocal tracks. His self-driven instrumentation has no need for some rapper or vocalist ruining the lush noise-scapes. It sounds best when it's just his dark warehouse attention span floating off into some untapped area of the mind. Next time Thavius should leave the rap/singing/spoken-word at home and turn up the slice maneuvers of his feedback static. The straight up instrumental tracks consume you with their beautiful ugliness. - 30 Music |