Amsterdam local, Ivory Coast progeny, and grime-juke-jungle gene-splicer, H-SIK makes his Black Acre debut in rude style with two concrete-junglist chemical weapons. First up is the muscular drum workout "Sonic Rage," which layers a ridiculously powerful, yet deftly-chopped 808-amen bombardment with delicate citric pads, bleeps and lost Droideka language. On the flip is the Orwellian "No Promises," a natural pairing of Vangelis-like atmospherics and committed drum-funk workout, building with undead voices and B-boy breakdowns.
