Spasmo Coroner’s Report

Producers Neil Sanford and Endeavour roll some downtempo acoustic cinematic jazz for that azz. “Half Man, Half Dead”‘s twinkling vibes, sinewy bass and acoustic guitar spell sheer anxiety, as does the calm military funk of “Official Business,” while “Silhouette City” skirts spaghetti-western territory without going corny, and “A Siders Touch” keeps the Schifrin vibe rollin’ into dimly lit streets.

Tom Noble S/t

One hopes the non-mainstream dance music scene isn’t too awash in bullshit quotidian business concerns to recognize a talent like Tom Noble when he’s in its face. On this debut released by the erstwhile nu-jazz imprint Laws of Motion, the 25-year-old producer has fully fleshed out a uniquely catholic aesthetic, folding modern Brazilian, South Asian and broken beat flavors in a dubwise ideology that enhances rather than dilutes the context of each. But Noble’s skilled arrangements make this far more than a conceptual hybrid orgy; check the gorgeous flute lines on “Rajj Dub,” the Jobim-esque guitar accents on “Kind in the Night,” and the massive dub version of Midnight Starr’s “Midas Touch” for proof. And the vocal help Noble gets from the likes of West London’s Izzi Dunn and the Euro-Brazilian Nina Miranda do zero harm. A revelation.

False Eslaf

After a good string of releases for Ghostly International and Spectral Sounds, Ann Arbor’s Matthew Dear brings a full-length of next-school minimal Detroit techno for Mr. Hawtin’s Plus 8 venture. Hovering over the smacking claps, smeared voices and soda-bottle percussion that litter Dear’s alternately burbling, murmuring and snappy arrangements is a potent, surround-sound bass sensibility that departs from the standard clipped low-end that minimalism usually offers up. Along with the slivered-sample approach he subtly integrates, Dear’s bass-ic concerns bring a necessary, almost committed warmth to the proceedings in Eslaf, making it far more than decent driving music.

!!! Me and Guliani Down By the Schoolyard (A True Story)

This eight-piece Gang of Explanation Marks knows exactly where to take that stomach-churning urge for self-aware, No-Wave-tinged, Caucasoid post-punk-funk-to the motherfuckin’ bridge, y’all! Long, intriguing jams both, “Me…” and the flipside’s eye-rollingly named Sunracapellectroshit Mix of “Intensifieder” comprise a refreshingly groovy flame put to nu-synth-pop’s oversprayed hairdo.

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