The album offers Ilunga’s interesting interpretation and restructuring of electronic music and pushes the ears of its listeners to accept rhythmic and harmonic patterns seldom explored by the larger genre’s “popular” counterparts.
The music then conveys the longing, the aimlessness of feeling the world at your fingertips. The Libertines know what it’s like to muck up that potential. But maybe there’s something to mucking it up and getting it right — bloody right — in the end.
In the Motor City — where the auto industry and the exuberant culture it helped fund are still fresh corpses — “recycling” doesn’t really capture the feel of what’s going on. It feels more like cannibalism.
But cannibalism has its culture, too. It has painting, sculpture, photography, theater, religion, sports — and it has music.