They've inseminated their brooding, seedy noises with distant genres like '90s house, trance and hip-hop (just listen to the Killer Mike collaboration, `Love And Respect'), creating the kind of genre that would get played in abandoned warehouses on the outskirts of London or strobe-lit basements in NYC. It's a languid rave, everything pulsing and throbbing exactly at the right moment, but never fast enough to cut shapes to. It's not for glowsticks. Infinity Pool also nurtures a psychedelic facet, a dimension of the music that's distorted and woozy, riddled with technicolour hallucinations and dilated time, where concepts of space become a rainbow reality.
