Shit hot. Tracks from the new Burial album. Anonymous, faceless London producer. No sequencer. No quantized beats.

The first album felt like London being drowned, a sonic burial. This feels warmer, but still completely connected to the sounds of the city. Deep electronic glows. Subterranean rumbling bass. A heartbeat beneath the tarmac. Percussion like metal sliding over metal, a blade being honed. Waking up still in a dream. A phone rings somewhere, the girl next door is singing in the morning.
Desires either erase the city, or are erased by it.

This comes in delicious double vinyl. Order online at Boomkat.