This is some sinister electronic music from a South London producer named, far as I can tell, Burial. With elements of garage and jungle gliding around in the airy murk, these compositions suggest urban decay and the thoughts that cling to the darker corners of our minds as we wander the modern landscape.
This is cool stuff. I'm new to Burial's work with this self-titled record, and the more I listen to it, the more I find. Strange-tongued narrative clips, atmospheric tones enhancing sharp beats, hints of melody floating in and out of the haze.
One of the joys of emusic is I get stuff I wouldn't otherwise have access to or impetus to buy. This is one of those things.