In a musical game of Risk, ambient music would be conquering nations with a silent plague rather than ground troops: was it our incessant need to unwind that caused the heaviest genres to be this meditative? For all its noise, this EP is not keen on dancing. It asks, reasonably, for an attentive listen to help decode some distant chaos. TOKYOPILL’s approach to layering is almost decadent, disrupting the chain of command as he arranges moods like a bouquet. The drums are no longer bustling architects of rhythm, but helpful tone-setters that work alongside ethereal samples to stitch tapestries of exploration. An eminently cool, wondrous listen.
A favourite: ‘CULT MEMBERS ONLY’