Bleep

When Burial released the single South London Boroughs back in 2005 it marked a shift in music. His reinterpretation of UK dance music, from the tripping gait of garage to the ambiguity of bass line, into bittersweet anthems all made by a producer whose identity remained defiantly in shadow, have been unquestionably influential. His first self-titled album for Hyperdub brought him further plaudits, the spectral underbelly of rave resurrected, its glimmering rhythms and heart-thumping bass built to make bodies move but also to touch the soul.

The follow up Untrue is possibly even finer. Shimmering with the hauntological ghosts of a London after hours, the gloomy, rain splashed corners of post-rave twilight. Punctured by pitched up, fractured voices lifting the mood to a bruised euphoria, woodblock two-step keeps the rhythmic pulse burning while glistening ambient interludes ache the heart. ‘Untrue’ is an album that deserves every accolade, and in years to come it will still rightly be lauded as one of the greatest records of all time... simply flawless.