by Jeff Milo
Starting with the formidable newness from Deastro:
A thrum of fuzz; a scramble of synths. Melody strangled under wiry, caustic layers of exquisite and obfuscating plug-ins and garbling effects.
Deastro used to make dream-pop. It used to be naive. It used to soar, at safe heights and at speeds you could keep up with... This is a nifty, nimble space-ship fraying apart amid a seemingly accelerating rate, hyper-drive, the propulsive affectation of techno, rhythms reaching warp-9. My ears feel bound to the pedals of a bike that is cranking at unsustainable revolutions, like they almost can't keep up or that I can't just stay seated while listening to this. I have to be up, moving, forward, up, out, somewhere else, somewhere onward... Music that can give you a dreadful yet invigorating kind of uncanny runner's high.
Dakota Bones swaggers with sassy leftfield-flung synth pop panache, deep into an almost vintagey-ringing 80's club jam, with cyber-squeaks from synths grooving in the wings and weird warbling atmospheric overlays to where you might feel like you're in Kraftwerk's Electric Cafe.
This single started streaming a few months ago on Soundcloud...
Have a nice weekend.