Feels like Beatrice Dillon’s latest has been talked about for so long that it’s been around for months, and such fevered speculation coulda set this one up for a fall. But no fear mein freund, this is a special affair. All the usual talk of future club music usually leaves me bored or disappointed cos it’s mostly dry, overly conceptualised or too Pitchfork (you know exactly what I mean). Yeah well Beatrice is here to upset the apple cart, being the kind of mutant dancefloor sage she is. This is exuberant, joyous and headstrong stuff, super smart and lucid (should I call her a polymath?), but also thrilling and physical, too. It’s drawing from all over, at times seemingly referencing the Principe sound, then a little glitchy, even insect-like, then suddenly gleaming with a crisp ambience, or riding some mutated garage beat like it’s 10 years ago or in 10 years time (you decide), always on that front foot. And miraculously it seems to be able to do this without any excess or indulgence. We’ve seen a bit of this sort of thing from Hyperdub and PAN down the years, but make no mistake this is techno futurism at its finest and is out there on its own, a bit beaming portent of the world yet to come. And be sure the world’s gonna be hoovering this up this year.