Beautifully microscopic emissions, percussive lines made out of bits of static and white noise, skittering beats and deep Rhodes keyed in for that late night jazz club effect. The two albums that followed on from this amazing debut failed to recapture the same fresh spark, instead settling for a less daring approach to largely familiar material. It’s nice to see, then, that for their fourth album (the first for Friedman’s own Nonplace imprint) the duo have drafted in a whole host of contributors and have radically altered their sound – delivering a rather bizarre but refreshing take on 1920’s charleston with minimal digital intervention. The vocals of Riff Pike III – straight delivery that’s only ever so slightly given the traditional flanger treatment - consciously at the other end of the spectrum to what this duo have delieverd in the past. A cockle-warming, feelgood excursion from two undisputed masters. BK
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