Chris Daly don’t drink no zinfandel.
The deranged beats of B. Lewis. A 22-year-old San Franciscan, choice crate digger, obscure sample flipper, but capable of producing a dim familiarity. No slave to the metronome, the kid’s music has the consistency of a cat tail, skittering here and there, never following a distinct path, but adhering to a clear aesthetic. His loops and samples are no cheap chop and change job, poorly stuttering out while struggling to find a beat; they are truly organic, effortlessly floating in and out of grooves, proved by these tracks from the upcoming, Jus’ Like Music-released, title TA EP.
Whether it’s an 8-bit drop into a rubbery bassline a la “Black Zimphindel PT” or that perfect vocal snippet that rises to the top in “cancel that,” it’s an amiable chaos that sounds right. A thrown together effort, but one with a ruthless Frankenstein groove.