limited to 300 copies
for their second release, 12th isle proudly fling blubber tottum into the waxen sonic abyss for your full listening pleasure. the inaugural lp drubbed from the glaswegian machines of cru servers is perhaps best framed as what it would sound like if early life took its first steps out of the primordial gloop, dragged itself ashore, decided to make dance music and discovered they had a knack for it. it dangles precariously in the fault lines between discordantly melodic rhythm tracks, steadily paced chaos and swamp-soaked bass oddities. laden with eerily familiar samples yet always in a world of its own.