
We've long championed Digits' appropriation of various dancefloors in service of his hushed pop. A whispering sound from the ether that swirled around Arthur Russell back in his folk fuelled days. Digits' latest feels familiarly strange in the way that Water Borders did on first listen. Brought up in a pre-internet land the idea that music that feels so local can loop around the world, nestle in and breed new forms still engenders a minor tremor of future shock. Because It's Wrong begins by seemingly dragging a minimalist disco melody over a piece of Bristolian sub-bass but soon [...]