Bleep

The always brilliant Ramadanman turns up on Hemlock, housed as ever in a sumptuous sticker-bound sleeve for two tracks of skewed rhythm. The producer is quickly becoming one of the prime operators out there, with a thrilling disregard for genre. He has a liquid skill in manipulating analogue percussion bursts into patterns that touch on 2-step, juke, house, Funky and embedding them against warm, soulful garage-vocal snaps and melody lines.