Boothroyd - NYC
When I first listened to this song, I thought there was something weird happening: like a structured big mess first attacking your brain, then making you think about where you were the last five minutes. Then I took time to listen to it again, because there is no reason that Peter Boothroyd made an album that is a big mess. And I was right, there is no reason, because this Mancunian is probably one of the biggest surprise of this year. You might think of Haxan Cloak when you get this extroardinary gangbang of tribal, electronic and organic loud music, but forget it. Boothroyd is somewhere else, in the fog of an abandoned futuristic big city, somewhere between Akira and Valhalla Rising and if you want to catch him, you’ll have to run, come and come back through his EP Idle Hours. Signed at one of the best label of the decade, Tri-Angle, we’ll have to take this 21-years old dude seriously. And check out his Twitter!