The Maghreban sits hunched over arcane hardware amid piles of records, his cranium haunted with the echoes of Satin Storm and 10 kilowatt suburban microdot nightmares. Ears not troubled by current fads, The Maghreban’s style has developed in neurotic isolation.
Menacing yet accessible, informed by early 90s hardcore, film soundtracks and XTC records, these 2 tracks are but an opening salvo in a slew of planned 2014 releases. Stay tuned.
I often get Mercury in Retrograde stuck in my head as a foggy theme of liminal spaces and dreamy headspace but Bed of Nails feels like analog skronk is about to drip straight through the walls into the basement Carl Fisk