Unsecured Miles

An addendum of sorts to his recent ‘Faint Hearted’ album, Miles’ returns with a half-hour EP of new material more squarely aimed at the floor with four darkened, robust variants. ‘Blatant Statement’ is up first, slowly emerging from a rough alignment of metallic percussion and abrasive stabs not a million miles removed from the kind of racket you’d most likely associate with Vatican Shadow, before the almost-clipped rub of those super-warm bass stabs shifts the perspective to a different kind of environment altogether. ‘Technocracy’ delivers an oozing House deconstruction, slowed down and inebriated, while ‘Infinite Jest’ revolves around an industrial cacophony harnessed into a rhythmic anomaly situated somewhere between technofied Pete Swanson and a sweaty Kassem Mosse. ‘Plutocracy’ ends the set with a bleached-out warehouse chug, slowed down and menacing, surrounded by a submerged choral arrangement and more of that toughened hammered-metal sound that runs through the EP.