A ghost from a time when dubstep was a matter of subtlety and inflection more than a screaming endorsement of bombast and bass, Zomby makes mysterious, mercurial electronic music that suits dancing in a range of moods, bad and sad very much included. On his third LP, the London producer splits his personality between two volumes bound together. The first skitters through futuristic fever dreams and memories of rave days long since passed; the second, more sparse and restrained, plays with ambient atmospheres and negative space (see titles like “Vast Emptiness” and “Entropy Sketch”). All the tracks are suggestively clipped and short, like urgent jottings in a diary still in a state of being written.
From The Archives Issue 1186: July 4, 2013