Son Raw didn’t know it was cool to use the word crystal in regards to music again.
This is retromania I can ride by although I can’t really give you a valid reason why beyond the rather subjective fact that it kicks ass. Updating the classic early 90s rave profile without indulging in cheese or easy irony, London’s Lone delivers a maximal stab of euphoria that aims to knock Rustie out the box in the race to be crowned the UK’s most synapse-frying purveyor of futuristic bass. It also raises some interesting questions: is revivalism better if the listener’s never really experienced the original? Do old ravers comment on this stuff or are they all making artisanal goat cheese on rural farms after one too many drug experiences? If you feed a child a pound of pure sugar and expose him to this, will he grow up to become Skrillex? Only LHF and Dr Who know for certain.
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