Birdee has had quite a bit of exposure for his previous releases on Southern Fried, with Radio 1 airplay and support from the likes of Laidback Luke and Crookers. 'Just Call Me' is an accomplished bit of what is probably called 'electro house' by Beatport, but in fact the subtle blend of dirty basslines and funky grooves goes beyond that limiting term. It's the funk that is brought to the for in Fare Soldi's remix, which really kicks things into overdrive.
There's been a lot of talk about Young Male and the White Material label - but is the hype justified? On the evidence of 'I Lost My E', it's clear that Young Male is highly capable of making high-quality club tracks with some unusual signatures; the driving 'Finesse' goes out of time as it closes, and 'Depraved Thoughts In Depraved Times' boasts the kind of eerie soundscapes that Silent Servant might conjure up. Whether or not Young Male and his associates deserve the attention they receive is questionable.
It prowls powerfully before quickly pouncing with an almighty drop, signaled by the deep-voiced warning of the 'Sound Killer'. This hugely layered track draws influences from seemingly every possible direction. Dub-style vox, wailing monks, crashing thunderous drums, techy metallic samples, you name it, it's here.
Woah, Roc should produce more if this is the kind of delicious strangeness he comes up with. Nothing in 'Trying To Come Up' flows, rather it's a constant stop start of jazzy rolls and art-rock intrigue, like something off Eno's golden age period (think 'Another Green World' or 'Before & After Science') stumbled in on by Roc & Boldy, their lines similarly caught frozen between conclusiveness and confusion. Beyond it all the textures are just delicious, warm, fat, addictive, somewhere 'tween late Beefheart and the Meat Puppets. Not gonna light-up the message boards but all the more compellingly odd for it.