There was an organic – primordial/prenatal - quality to the sound on the last record, the intimacy of a voice blown into monasterial waves, that ghostly sound they start to have when they blend altogether in a big space. Clipping them, bending them, turning them whichever way pleases. To this, add synths and overdose.

There’s a lot of cacophonous electronic music out there these days though, but far less that swerves and slows and explores the terrain of the track. Here, mixes reach points approaching uncontainable levels of aggressive PHONK, and in the same breath find time for sounds that are spread thin and jagged. The beats are mostly built up in the same, intoxicating style. The voices are still there, flickering in and out of earshot, but met with new orchestration and effectively filleted by a hundred thousand rhythms. They repeat not in sustained grooves, but laid one on top of the other, tilting ideas like ants climbing each other to reach the sunlight, toppling when the flurry is unsustainable and reorganizing again and again.

Hyper-fixative music, fine-tuned tracks on the last album are rethought or obliterated, mixing with new sounds all the time (some familiar but presumably unmusical, like a wind woosh a big stick makes in the air).  Like the voices, the long drones and scurrying chirps all feel like they’re somewhere that’s nowhere. The sound on some tracks starts to look after movie atmospherics, the buzzy anxiousness of David Lynch. The heavy, fuzzy cloud of tone that we recognise suggest dreams and nightmares. Comfort and disorder are good bedfellows. Great moments on their own, great songs on their own too, but one motherfucker of an album when they roll one into the other. Experimental in the extreme, Womb Room still ends on a grace note.

Brooding, playful, beautiful. Adjectives that are useful but can choke up something un-ponderous like this with thoughts. Fact is this shit hypes me up and cries violins till I’m asleep in bed. This isn’t music you zone out to, it’s music you zone into. And its a fucking REMIX album a year out from the last project. It’s exciting, and it should be. Well, if you’re not busy being born, you’re..?

Alan Lamprecht is a professional swing ball player based in Cape Town, South Africa.