Matt Shea wants a caravan fer his ma, in perrywinkle blue We’ve ridden for Philadelphia’s Wrecking Crew for a long time now (and, full disclosure, both Zilla Rocca and Has-Lo occasionally write for this site), which is odd because for a long time they seemed to almost be reluctant to describe themselves as a crew. […]

Maybe you remember Silent Dust, the British producers who contributed a mix to our tectonically active mix series last December. Their eponymous debut was one of last year’s slept-on gems, a transportive work that warped noirish darkness into the contemporary IDM world. The pair have returned with a pair of singles that alternately recall Burial, […]

The music should ideally explain it all. Not necessarily for my job prospects, but for the notion that this stuff should transcend buzz-bin adjectives and ephemeral trends. If you’re doing it right, it’s transportive, allusive to not just other forms of art but buried emotions. Mobb Deep had it right the first time: it ought […]