The compositions Toronto-via-Somalia producer Muxubo Mohamed makes as OBUXUM are adventurously percussive, performance-based joints that effortlessly slam from patient dirges into throbbing house beats, from dizzily effected cowbells to trap-hacked marching snares on a dime, elsewhere floating righteous spoken word samples like Saul Williams' "This Type Love" over cloudy atmospheric swells.
As Mohamed worked through her Wavelength set, returns to the rubbery, distorted progressions of 2015's Luul EP provided the staggering sensory jam a sense of continuity, but a shoddy patch cable continued to cut out, and just as it was all reaching its frenzied climax, her hardware dropped out completely from the room mix. But Mohamed took it all in stride, and after a brief if disruptive moment of confusion, when the issue resolved itself, she was all smiles, dusting off her shoulders and dancing harder than before, vibes infectious, the whole room right there with her.
As Mohamed worked through her Wavelength set, returns to the rubbery, distorted progressions of 2015's Luul EP provided the staggering sensory jam a sense of continuity, but a shoddy patch cable continued to cut out, and just as it was all reaching its frenzied climax, her hardware dropped out completely from the room mix. But Mohamed took it all in stride, and after a brief if disruptive moment of confusion, when the issue resolved itself, she was all smiles, dusting off her shoulders and dancing harder than before, vibes infectious, the whole room right there with her.