Deft dancefloor excursions from Laurel Halo, instrumental all the way and taking inspiration from UK club gear, continental techno and digital dancehall. `Throw' sounds like a Bok Bok production routed through Jammy's studio circa `85, irie piano chords peeling off a grimy snare attack, all extraneous crenellations sanded off for maximum club impact. `Uhffo' is on a kind of introspective, quasi-tropical house tip, daubed with glassbowl percussion and deep blue comedown synths; this wouldn't have sounded out of a place on an Irdial B-side back in the day, and we mean that as a compliment. `Noyf' pushes further into abstract cyberdelia, its terse stepper's rhythm riven with sublow squelches, solemn belltones and ectoplasmic synth squiggles, before `Sex Mission' brings us back to earth: flinty, flexing techno that feels like a more dubwise, dancefloor-cognizant descendent of Hour Logic-era Halo.
