Jamal Moss joins the rebooted Arcola for his banging, trippy maiden voyage under a new alias; Our Souls Are In The Hands of the Translator.
On sɪŋkrɪtɪzəm, the keeper of the Chi-town flame dials in an astonishingly colourful and psychedelic two parts featuring some of the craftiest drum programming and psychoactive 3D rendering in his entire catalogue, landing somewhere between his Strange Strings classic and the guttural drum functions of his Gherkin Life jags.
Up top, he renders the glorious chromatic arps and wall-bouncing rhythms of Impoverished Spirits, delivering some of his punchiest, pendulous percussion framed by an unfathomably deep and dynamic lightshow of shooting star melodies meshed in celestial harmony. This is Jamal at his loosest, most playful, and effective.
Flipside is given to Bilal for a slower, more sensitive and involving streak of Jamal Moss genius. Here the groove is wildly swung, almost touching on Freestyle electro levels of rugged choppiness, but without the edits, while Jamal riffs to the heavens on his syn-flute and the synths grow lush and feverish wherever the sunlight touches.
| Here |
| A | Impoverished Spirits | 3:17 |
| Over |
| B | Bilal | 10:36 |
