A few years back they'd have been gleefully declaring this kind of thing lo-fi/leftfield house. I dunno. People move on or get weird about such things, but if you don't mind, i'm dragging that terminology right back into 2023 cos that's the kind of lawless establishment we run round here. No avoiding the label with something as raw and loose as this, Michael J Blood's signature edits intersecting very well with Sockethead's aggier tendencies, coalescing for some perfectly pitched northern soul. Separately, the pair have each displayed a keen ear for subtle innovations and a propensity to roam around the outer edges of the dancefloor, so it's no surprise that as a duo they cover a fair amount of ground, be it classic Theo Parrish referencing deep house, minimal wave iciness, D'arcangelo styled electro, or the nimbleness of Two Lone Swordsmen's Tiny Reminders. Rarely a missed moment across the two discs, though that final side offers a genuine grandstand finish, the closing one-two of Seatbelts in the Merc into No Telling an elegant glide into the Manchester night. MJB's stuff usually sells in seconds, so very surprised to see this one hang around long enough for me to even need to write these words. But here i am and an invitation to heed the warning. You have been told.
Double LP - strictly one per customer
