Beats that get all up in your grills but soon get old
Opening with a clock’s chime, [a]Lorn[/a]’s debut feels like he’s ticking off the hours until his own personal apocalypse. Re-angling post-hip-hop beats to refract wedges of spongey, minor-chord synths, the Illinois beatmaker creates emotionally charged soundscapes as intense as anything in Jack Barnett’s head. But as synthetic strings are layered over militaristic, Timbaland-style drum rolls ([b]‘Army Of Fear’[/b]) and treated vocals seep through despondent boom-clack (‘What’s The Use’) there’s a sense that the drama is congealing into turgid sentiment. After half an hour of churning melodies and rootless beats you’re craving something, anything else.