Boiler Room Upfront 039

Seven minutes in, a trash-talking African-American DJ cuts in, crowing about the advantages of 12-inches over digital files, not least with your girl. It’s a good joke, because he appears alongside the most melt-in-your-laptop-not-in-your-hands skitter-beats and bass lines the Brainfeeder axis could expunge as of October of 2015. Head-trip city, full of neon synths and puzzling timbres, Soulsonic Force over Jan Hammered slow-mo disco, and more — always more. One of the most coherent arguments for the L.A. beat-head aesthetic I’ve ever encountered.