Every time “equation” starts playing I get this feeling like I’m in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, remembering what life used to be like before the bomb. The way the sample is slowed and reversed(?) adds to the disorientation and the side-chain kick is like a looping memory lapse. It’s a groovy expression of despair and I celebrate any tune that can get such disparate feelings to live next door to each other.
It’s no surprise this piece was born out of the caverns of such a creative and technical mind like the one inside Manic Jackson’s skull. He always seems to meld mechanical sounds with organic ones, where beats are off the grid in just the right place and the flow is human, without the cage of quantization.
He tells me that, lately, he’s been experimenting with foley sound as a new compliment to that strategy and I’ll be damned if Manic Jackson hasn’t just unlocked some new powerup in the game he’s playing. Those shaky pip-pops on the high end of this track are from a spraycan!
Like a mutant survivor, Manic Jackson sneaks through the nuclear fallout to graf these neck breaking grooves straight onto your ear drum.
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