Maybe in a couple of year’s time we’ll have landfill electronica – rather than hundreds of useless ‘The Departure’ CD lingering, useless in teenage boys bedrooms that signified indie’s decline, it’s going to be external harddrives packed with thousands of redundant MP3s that are the defining image. For the minute, let’s just enjoy it – London’s BNRY certainly seems to be, basking in that ghostly garage sound that seems to catch the ear no matter who is making it these days. Reminiscent of fellow promising young upstart Little Black Ant, except for the unnerving tendency to reloop vocal samples, using them almost as percussion, weighing heavy and true on tracks that otherwise border on the ethereal.
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