Neil Landstrumm Bambaattaa Eats His Breakfast
If you’ve ever cared about jungle, garage, or rave music, chances are pretty good that […]
If you’ve ever cared about jungle, garage, or rave music, chances are pretty good that you like non-sequitur vocals, disorienting bleep melodies, and grime’s shuffle-and-slash percussion. Maybe that’s why Neil Landstrumm’s third album—which relies heavily on those ingredients—seems a little calculated on paper. However, in practice, Bambattaa Eats His Breakfast comes off more like Landstrumm tapped into the “sample anything” ethos of breakbeat ‘ardcore and filtered it through a bunch of quasi-modern reference points. While the results are confusing at times, the process usually works—tracks like “Le Mans” are too weird to be reverent to the past, yet too melodic and propulsive for arm crossing.