Emerging from that place where hip-hop slurs into ambience and where rap is just a hypnogogic mumble, is Delaware (US) based MC/producer ZekeUltra, who excels in warped and worn beats and woozy, near ambient textures, over which he declaims his truth. Ultra's intelligent, introspective rhymes are at turns heartbroken and confessional, anomic and brooding, sometimes resigned, at other times optimistic, with a healthy dose of humor to prevent the narrative from traversing too dark a path. The delivery is muddied and beneath the surface, drawling in-and-out of view and shy of any thug braggadocio. Production duties on all but three tracks are handled by prodigiously talented Idaho (US) resident Yonqi, whose beautiful, hauntological loops and understated beats give the album a smoky, downtempo feel throughout. A gorgeous swirl of hazy, jazz-tinged electronica in miniature. This is a record to climb into and explore. To absorb its genre-blurring grooves, where half-speed, deep soul samples meet haunting, electronic textures, underpinned with cavernous subby bass and sparsely abstract beat constructions. It's where Leyland Kirby meets Earl Sweatshirt, or the Jazzy Sport crew bump up against Ghost Box, all dug from the crates and knowingly vintage. A record of twilit soul splinters, fuzzy jazz cuts, and enigmatic, stoned incantations. Effortlessly beautiful music for fans of the downbeat. RIYL: Earl Sweatshirt, Madlib, Jonwayne/Danny Watts, Lojii & Swarvy, The Skull Eclipses. Edition of 300.
| A1 | Legs |
| A2 | No Sun |
| A3 | Let It Out |
| A4 | Copenhagen |
| A5 | Thru Her |
| B1 | Hurts |
| B2 | Okinawa |
| B3 | The Midnight Ride |
| B4 | Whole Step |
