Stumbling out of the frozen desolation of Dunedin, NZ and into the soulless wasteland of modern music, comes Touch Dust, with the impact of a cold mackerel to the face.
The alter-ego of drum & bass producer Thrall, Touch Dust slows down the tempo, turns the sunglasses upside-down (again), and samples that mouldy vinyl you deliberately left sitting in the second-hand bin.
Evident from first listen is the creative vision and engineering skill of a producer who's reaching full steam creatively and literally, if humanly possible. Genres are thrown in the blender with the lid off, and the resulting gumbo scooped off the ceiling, polished, and pieced together with uncompromising attention to detail.
This is electronic music in its original sense: no insipid pre-packaged samples overcooked with a limiter; nor a nostalgic attempt to rehash the past and reclaim the played-out sounds of decades gone by. This is unabashed, intelligent futurism.