William Bevan aka Burial is one of the most rewarding discoveries last year for me. The dubstep producer formally pressed his soul on vinyl. The sound is streak-way, with a certain underwater effect. He works in the here and now, touched, and yet the record player could turn his rounds in a parallel dimension. Dimmed light, a throbbing, excited heart. "Untrue" intoxicated. In fact, he worked only samples from the R & B section to unusual vocal registers and paired it with luxeriösem designer Dubstep. Modern, tidy, an urban fairy tale. By the way not happy. Hopeful moments ("Shell of Light") can at least open to the end. Yet it is precisely this unreality, inevitably conceptual component, a romanticized predicament free of any realism. The romance is considered the gray walls, the countless party nights, the cigarettes, the subway, the withered trees on the roadside. The wacky art of supersaturated aesthetes.
