I first heard this record through cheap earphones on a walk in London—the noise from the city tore a hole in my cans and emptied itself in. Soon after the barking dogs and scraping bins fell into the slipstream of ‘Like Weather,’ they started to swim in it. Each unintentional sonic burst from outdoors sounded curiously, peculiarly ‘on-beat’ and I was struck by Leila’s ability to turn inchoate sounds into harmony. It’s a dangerously hard to place album that nestles on a liminal couch between IDM and trip-hop, but like any classic ‘bizarre and brilliant’ piece of work, it really has no use for a name.
A favourite: ‘Underwaters’ (One for Keni)