XS's sophomore Infinite Machine offering is the boldest statement in the Puerto Rican anon's discography. Discarding the vocal, melodic respite of the preceding "Over", he takes us through a vigorous future techno workout.
"Spex" channels the work of the likes of Bambounou and Dark Sky to dancefloor-devastating effect. A steady 4/4 kick holds the reins while a rhythmic whirlwind of stumbling woodblocks and stammering bass tugs at them. Junglist pads then bleed through, their atonally-soulful progression inducing stasis in the listener, before abruptly deffering to a second wave of tech assault.
"Rhoda" is, conversely, steady, gridlocked and unrelenting. Washes of either sinister or alien melody ebb and flow, machine-speak punctuates key moments, acidic leanings permeate, the kick beats steadily to crushing effect, and the syncopated rattle of bassy percussion never lets go.
XS. IM. 2014.

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