Showing posts with label Lukid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lukid. Show all posts

2 September 2011

Lukid - Spitting Bile

Lukid - Spitting Bile (Glum Records, out now)

It's a rare joy, when writing about and analysing music on a near-constant basis, to come across something that causes you stop dead and say "I have no idea what the hell this thing is". Lukid's popped out a couple of these in his so-far-short career - his first 12" on Glum might, if you squinted and gave it the benefit of the doubt, look a bit like house, and his previous majestic efforts for Werk are best filed under "sort of instrumental hip-hop, with more bleep but also some Theo Parrish". So how then to discuss his second 12" for Glum, a four-tracker brimming with ideas and new styles?

Opening with My Teeth in Your Neck, there's shades of Madlib and Dr Octagon, but also a fair heft of wonky house that nods to Moodymann or Shake Shakir; a kick drum beats out a solid 4/4 at 120ish, whilst the hi-hats and claps shuffle about in the mix like a nervous tic. Pitched in some ungodly register, the lo-fi synth channels a bit of Manitoba/ Four Tet wonk, to further confuse the matter. It gets no easier to pigeonhole for the remainder, with Park it Low retreating into more recognisably broken structures a la Onandon, and Dragon Stout heading for 8-bit gameboy territory. Title track Spitting Bile is yet even more WTF?-inducing, building a shuffling breakbeat, throwing in a 4/4, then obliterating it all with a saw-edged synth just as it's starting to build to something, then working its way back down again.

More than just being 'wonky' or experimental, Luke Blair has managed to make something that just feels, well, wrong - the rhythms, key signatures, dynamics and arrangements all push the limits of accepted convention to make a weird geek of a record. And yet, it's somehow very right and very cool.

1 December 2010

Lukid - Boxing Club / Blind Spot

Lukid - Boxing Club / Blind Spot (Glum)
More syncopated genius from Luke Blair, the wonky/ hip-hop producer whose albums for Werk have been praised as highly as that of some-time mentor Actress. With no previous releases, Glum would seem to be taking a hell of a chance on a Lukid 12" - as brilliant as Luke Blair is, he's unfairly denied the commercial successes of contemporaries like Flying Lotus, Samiyam, HudMo etc. However, one listen to Boxing Club, on the A-side, and it's clear that this is definitely worth the gamble - summoning up an impenetrable storm of fractured percussion that sits somewhere between Gamelan, Nyabinghi and hip-hop, Lukid smears and blurs the sounds until they dissolve into a molasses dreamscape, complete with ebbing and collapsing synth swathes, and a disquietingly swung bassline. It's definitely more dancefloor-centric than his albums Foma and Onandon, which tended to muffle out the thump-crack with hypnagogic blurs and surreal machinations, but it's still one for the smoked-out, early morning floors. Pure gorgeous head music.
On the B-side, Lukid crafts his dense, polyrythmic sound into something about three degrees removed from techno; its mechanistic chatter and a skipping double-kick riff holding together off-key synths and slithering percussive fills. Again, it's got a hefty stoned vibe, but there's a solid beat holding it all together that could have been borrowed from Joy Orbison, MoodyMann or the more left-of-centre sounds of garage.
Undoubtedly beautiful, and certainly Lukid's most sellable proposition to date - if it gains Blair the acclaim he deserves, it can only be a good thing.
Heading for my "most played list" for sure.