We get a lot of crap CDs at the self-titled offices. But once in a while, a pleasant surprise slips into our promo stack. Here’s a recent delivery that knocked the s/t staff on its collective ass.
The Vibe: Flying Lotus’ former flatmate treats his productions like his paintings–a blank canvas that’s a few brushstrokes away from becoming something truly beautiful.
RIYL: Requiems for a downtempo dream; chilly wind chimes; beats that aren’t banging so much as heartbroken and blurry