lord tusk has associated with acts like klein, john t. gast, dean blunt, yasiin bey aka mos def, and released on jon rusts levels, funkinevens apron, soul jazz records and low income $quad. communiqué is made of breathy, glossy sci-fi electro, bitcrushed drum samples and minneapolitan funk feng shui, the hits and stabs of new jack swing and fm boogie, all pieced together with a one-take energy but a meticulous attention to detail. it’s songwriting for a miscellaneous kind of soundsystem music, body music, flamboyant across tempo, from the yearning thump of shyne eyed gal to the puffed-up strut of champion lovers (sounding like a home-taped electrifying mojo opener), the staggered slink of beyond limitation’s unfiltered tones to the 4x4 uptempo skid of don’t be shy or the veering slap-bass groove of elevation. it’s a record that shoots around corners, conjuring lazy romances and smokey vistas, lit by the nocturnal shimmer of an electrified city, streaked with gargantuan, shrill, birdlike call-and-response riffs and visited by the astral bodies of teddy riley, gerald donald, prince.
