It doesn‘t sound promising: young bedroom producer combines a few instruments and a laptop, adopts […]
It doesn‘t sound promising: young bedroom producer combines a few instruments and a laptop, adopts a one-word pseudonym, and drops a debut disc of 15 mostly instrumental tunes. Surprise! Max Braverman, the lone soul behind Skopic, takes those 15 tracks and journeys deep into the dingy basements and forgotten corners of electronic music, twisting sounds both original and familiar into addictive new shapes. The self-titled album opens with “Allow Me,” which starts with a Rhodes-streaked jazz shuffle that sounds like Amon Tobin in low gear, before turning on the old-school hip-hop afterburners then wrapping a violin around DSP. Skopic gets a huge, enveloping sound out of even his darker, more threatening tunes, dropping lo-fi spoken voice samples into the mix to contrast with his Jack Dangers-level skill. Braverman‘s bedroom odyssey takes us from the corpse of big beat to neo-blaxsploitation turntablism to widescreen weirdo dancefloors and more-the scope alone of Skopic is pleasantly surprising.