Burrows is some of this year's finest electronic listening music you'll pass clean by. Seek it out, close your eyes and take the plunge.
I wonder if Loess knew what they had on their hands when they produced this. I wonder if anyone else knows either. Accounting for the New Jersey duo's low, low profile and their continued exploration of a genre that's all but lost its luster (IDM), their latest full-length was doomed to slip beneath the radar and ride the express train to the pile of the forgotten. That's the way it goes in this racket sometimes, but that doesn't make it any less of a shame, and Burrows is some of this year's finest electronic listening music you'll likely pass clean by. Loess haven't turned their backs on the strict Aphexian IDM that's always been their bread and butter. What they have done is improved noticeably as composers and producers, with a better ear for nuanced harmonies, cool textures and the things that make us swoon. Melodies work in smears and half-obscured gestures, as if they're occurring behind smokescreens, while sly beatwork--anything from a Telefon Tel Aviv skitter to chloroformed hip-hop to unclassifiable clinks and snaps--gives them definition. Heavily mined territory, to be sure, but Loess simply sound better at what they're doing than more experienced players like Kiln and Bola, who have spent far too long in a hammy rut. The stud of this bunch is "Troper", whose brilliant harmonic interplay between a bass substitute and a hollowed-out metallic shred hits the limbic bulls-eye at the 3:20 mark. Listen to Burrows on good headphones, close your eyes and take the plunge. I'll see you on the other side.