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by Ed McGregor Jackson’s cut and paste 80’s European disco style is nicely contrasted with a pinch of darkness thanks to aggressive, gritty, wandering minor bass and melody synth lines. The cut up style which Jackson employs on freshly lifted lo-fi samples borrows something from Akufen or even the plunderphonics of John Oswald. In a few of the songs this style is over used resulting in endlessly meandering structures, which take you nowhere in particular. Where these tracks let the side down Jackson more than compensates with a couple of absolute beauties. In the opening track ‘Utopia’ unexpected dark chords slide effortlessly over each other, interjected with some wholesale stolen samples, building to a wonderfully messy climax. ‘Hard Tits’ contains one of the funniest, ingenious and effortlessly cool pieces of rapping I’ve heard for a long time, which, combined with a huge bassline and Crimean piano is sure to impress. Jackson’s gems of genius shine out just when you think you are losing the plot and “active slats refract the facts” guiding you to the conclusion that this album gets.
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