As three screens of scrambled channels with VHS saturation and bellowing fog filled the space, Saginaw quickly worked up a sweat tweaking his cerebral, atmospheric beats on a MIDI controller linked up to a MacBook with a Ghostly International sticker that transformed its logo into a pair of glowing ghost eyes. His set-up appeared relatively simple, but he was active on the mixer, ever bobbing and stepping like he might break out in a hip-hop dance routine at any second.
Instead of dancing, he would sit down at the full drum kit next to his station, and lay down some choice rhythms to flesh out his sophisticated electronics. This cat could really drum. Tastefully transitioning his jazz, IDM, and ambient-laced compositions to keep the momentum going, he delivered on his initial promise as he worked the room into a sweat box.