Following on from that justifiably sought-after FUMU CD, YOUTH come correct again (and continue their tour of formats) with this 7" from downlow producer Sin Falta. Three bangers squeezed onto one wee platter: the title track's bashment-of-notional-species (very much in thrall to Equiknoxx, Still's amazing Pan LP and Mo'Wax's Now Thing!
comp), 'No Mas''s solemn, dub-crinkled Detroit vibes (broken, string-led and strung-out, this wouldn't have sounded out of place on Kassem Mosse's Workshop 19
) and the sparse, hallucinatory trip-hop of 'I, I'. Yeah... crucial business! Edition of 200, don't hang about.