Tread carefully with the debut album from Los Angeles-based producer Woolymammoth. Filling Spots is so dense, it generates its own field of gravity. If you try humping speakers with this on, it's liable to suck you into the sub and through the looking glass to the upside-down.
The album's experimental ambiance lulls you into a false sense of security, before slapping you down with future bass laced with hardcore ragga and Bay Area hip-hop style. The rain-drenched electric piano of the Cast-assisted intro "Discovering Inspiration/Release" could have you thinking you're on your way to a jazzy lullaby, but "Whyuthinkurdiffrnt" quickly changes course to its true direction: the nasty heaviness that pervades the rest of the dank-ass record.
Filling Spots is bass music at its rawest. Beats aren't predictably laid out, but rather emerge from textured washes of digital distortion as if summoned from the darkness into malevolent consciousness. It's like Pole went buck or 3:33, Lorn, Phon.o and Bleep Bloop all got together to make a mixtape. The more time you spend with it, the more seems to spill out into our dimension. This shit is scary.
(Alpha Pup)The album's experimental ambiance lulls you into a false sense of security, before slapping you down with future bass laced with hardcore ragga and Bay Area hip-hop style. The rain-drenched electric piano of the Cast-assisted intro "Discovering Inspiration/Release" could have you thinking you're on your way to a jazzy lullaby, but "Whyuthinkurdiffrnt" quickly changes course to its true direction: the nasty heaviness that pervades the rest of the dank-ass record.
Filling Spots is bass music at its rawest. Beats aren't predictably laid out, but rather emerge from textured washes of digital distortion as if summoned from the darkness into malevolent consciousness. It's like Pole went buck or 3:33, Lorn, Phon.o and Bleep Bloop all got together to make a mixtape. The more time you spend with it, the more seems to spill out into our dimension. This shit is scary.
