Cloudface

As Chinatown thaws and drips into spring, so arrives the debut release from the hardware scientist cloudface. The EP appears as a breath of warm air; a lucid recreation of memories emblazoned in the cosmos. "Devonian Garden", the definite lurcher of the bunch, kicks off the 12" as a 3, possibly 4D horizon opens up through the leaves of some far-off cerebral jungle. If the moon landing truly was a hoax then this cut assures us that we still have taken that "one giant leap for Man" on the lunar steppes. Next up the A2 emerges as "Otcho" - a mystified and isolated groove that hangs off the left side of a crushed snare - this cut is the equivalent of an SOS signal inside the pineal gland - our loneliness however not to our dismay. Flip the record and we have "2N", starting off side B on a gliding vibe - suspiciously jagged percussion floats over top a pitter-patter kick while octave synths rise upward like icebergs...and finally, to seal the deal we are invited to dip in the mindbath of "Summer", the glistening and slightly sour comedown of the 12" – it rises and drops at obtuse and near-ancient angles, much like a star map floating on a liquid surface, mixing, deep and fuchsia, gold and light...