Don’t know what we were expecting from this new Rian Treanor, which also kicks off Warp’s revival of their short-lived but much-loved Arcola sub-label (last seen 2004), but it definitely wasn’t this… basically the sharpest, baddest GRIME record we’ve heard this side of 2005. Philistines/stuckists that we are, we normally steer pretty clear of Computer Music©, which tends to be especially enervating when it pretends to be DANCE. Honestly just can't be bothered. But though we’d sort of placed Treanor in that world (rightly or wrongly), this 12” totally obliterates those preconceptions. It's plainly amazing material. Without shirking their meta-rave/braindance responsibilities, its four perfectly formed tracks pop and lock and swerve with a proper feel for how bodies move in space WHEN THEY'RE HAVING FUN, managing to sound totally tweaked and futuristic and complex but at the same time bone-crunchingly simple and forceful and ardkore-economical as foundational bleep’n’bass, somehow digesting 20 years’ worth of ‘nuum R&D into the most compulsive, precision-moulded stabs and drum edits. Its constantly mutating before your ears while also keeping its hair on, maintaining the necessary tension and pleasure-centre-bashing repetition that make this stuff - when the chips are down - TEKNO and not abstract electroni-blaaaaah (the one section where is does lurch into juddering plasticine trance chaos feels earned, and properly exhilarating). I honestly can’t think of a Warp record in nigh-on two decades that has so successfully broken nu ground while feeling absolutely, unmistakeably aligned with the label’s sound-murdering founding spirit. The programming is nuts, as forensically detailed and hectic as the pottiest braindance, but also ultra-minimal, shadowy and COLD to the touch: check the subzero UKG flex of ‘Position_B1’, the emaciated eski of 'Contra_A1'. For the ravers, not about the ravers…or both, at any rate. Either way, 12” of the young year so far.