Come
peer through a tarnished mirror into the strange and distorted
dubstep world of Robbing Hood.
A
legion of unsettling samples parade slowly against a background
of strange whispers. Syrupy sounds phase around ice-cube clinks
and electronic cicadas whilst squeaky-clean, minimalist clicks,
snaps and shuffles contrast with a throbbing wall of black noise.
The bass intensity is terrifying even when played quietly - Robbing
Hood is a master of low frequency vibrations and makes the foundations
shudder without raising so much as finger in anger.
The
product of these ingredients makes fascinating listening; a multifaceted
black-noise fractal; a bumble bee trapped inside your skull. The
tracks stay true to the same vein but there's no repetition; Chinese
lutes; a warped old sound track; a gentle rhythm soothes you into
a false sense of security before a sample tells you to go and kill
your brother. The standing waves of sound pressure shake your internals
and the outrageous richness of some of the bass notes borders on
frightening.
And
throughout, Robbing Hood never puts a foot wrong - never once
erring towards commercialism yet still managing to produce uncompromising
and original tracks which are thoroughly listenable. A black-noise
earthquake dotted with clinking cutlery and jasmine flowers, as
strange and beautiful as staring towards a distant dawn that never
seems to break.
It's
very dark but never depressing, dub but not dull. Like nothing
you'll have ever heard before whilst still managing to feel as
familiar as a comfy old coat.