Panoramic electronics somewhere between Autechre, Cairo’s 1127, Helm and Porter Ricks, deploying two side-long isolationist dubs that sprawl from washed out low-end spasms to fractured triplets that ricochet and escalate into a brutal, beautiful wall of sound.
Unglee Izi, whoever he or she may be, follows the single-minded but expansive course of a handful of solo albums since 2016 with a glacial confluence of booming subs and shivering hi-hats with slow-burning textural attrition and sublime pads that develop into a heaving mass of synth noise. That dense bleakness is held in elemental balance with moments of astonishing beauty, like peaking up above the mist to catch a glimpse of vast panoramic vistas at night.
’Sécurité du Premier Monde Tracteur Directrice de LASMA’ on the A side treks from reverberating bass hits and gamelan-like shudders up steep ravines, joined by rising cold winds and biospheric bleeps into blizzard-like dynamics, eventually revealing a peak of string pads and basses recalling the crest of ELpH’s ‘pHILM #1.’
The B-side deploys relentress trills and hi-hat rhythms descending a sheer granite face of synth pads that open out with a staggering sense of foreboding scale, only to calve away in avalanches of digital noise in the most visceral sense possible.