"Michael J. Blood with another high grade late-night session, the first of 5 tapes compiled from his vast archive of unreleased gear, deploying 60 minutes of low-slung, effortless jams, tipped if you know yr shit.
‘Archetypal Artefacts’ brings us up to near five years in the company of MJB, whose early cut ’n paste portraits on NTS, first presented by Tom Boogizm, introduced us to a still-enigmatic soul who has been approached by every hyped cat and label in the game but is still doing his own thing in robust, no-fucks-given style.
The jack-of-all-house-trades is at his loosest ends here, tying off tattered loops into a rude and crudely satisfying blur of soul spectres and bloozy knocks made to score the most sozzled afters. Over the span of just under an hour, he lets the flow spray between teased-out textures and sawn-off struts, with filtered and fucked loops lingering in the air for flavour.
Typically, it’s impossible to tell where his hands-on fractions end or begin, so it’s best to just let the thing run and transport you from grazed steppers to the clipped smoke-rings at the closing strokes. In between, expect full bustle Detroit house shakers and sweet-souled boogie diversions, keening into fruity piano house and cowbell-bops sifted from his precious spools. Untouchable." - Boomkat
‘Archetypal Artefacts’ brings us up to near five years in the company of MJB, whose early cut ’n paste portraits on NTS, first presented by Tom Boogizm, introduced us to a still-enigmatic soul who has been approached by every hyped cat and label in the game but is still doing his own thing in robust, no-fucks-given style.
The jack-of-all-house-trades is at his loosest ends here, tying off tattered loops into a rude and crudely satisfying blur of soul spectres and bloozy knocks made to score the most sozzled afters. Over the span of just under an hour, he lets the flow spray between teased-out textures and sawn-off struts, with filtered and fucked loops lingering in the air for flavour.
Typically, it’s impossible to tell where his hands-on fractions end or begin, so it’s best to just let the thing run and transport you from grazed steppers to the clipped smoke-rings at the closing strokes. In between, expect full bustle Detroit house shakers and sweet-souled boogie diversions, keening into fruity piano house and cowbell-bops sifted from his precious spools. Untouchable." - Boomkat
