Slack flexin’ in downtown Detroit. Self-assured dips from a modified man, the fuck you strut which knows the stunt; Fit hammers the track into a mechanised 808 grid, washing away any traces of cracked jazz and smoky house the original might have had – still deep though. Commands via the thunder sheet, obviously we don’t know. Shimmering phone trills balance the stuttering b-boy dial tone; an ebbing whir like a straining hard drive; filtered wonk arps and octaves run easily and faultless through, languidly holding it together. Patrick Conway’s new 12” on Black Orpheus dashes out deep breakbeats and atmospheric techno with an embraced sense of amused weirdness.
ORPHEUS006 is out February 2nd on Black Orpheus – pre-order the vinyl here.