Seasoned singer/songwriter Colonel Red, having last appeared with the cream of the now-defunct broken beat scene, crops up here with a darker, typically soulful but more introspective follow-up EP. Worth a listen.
This brooding trip into the heart of darkness was intended to be on a recent Horger release, but for legal reasons is now available for free via the big man's Facebook page. All mesmeric organ riff, furtive atmospherics and bully boy sub, it's the more-is-less principle exemplified, a mood-shifter extraordinaire for selectors who like to throw their audience a supremely cultured curveball or two in-between the bangers. Go find.
If there ever was a release you had to force yourself to listen to through sheer professional stubbornness, this has to be up there. The superbly named Noisestorm flobs out a pop and bass remix which sounds like a fairy with severe food poisoning letting out a fart. Making matters worse, the Unlike Pluto remix is insipid, floppy and dull.
The second EP from this producer on Fine Grains, the first inspired by Slavic nightmares, whereas this one transports itself in the opposite direction to the southern Asiatic lands of India. And boy, do you know it. The six tracks are a superb cacophony of exotic riddims spiced with expert bass manoeuvres, with a respectful reference to Indian culture and ambience. Slackk and Morgan Zarate chip in decent remixes to boot.