Bleep

Inspired by collective consciousness and existential anxiety, Sega Bodega’s third album travels ever deeper into his transmogrified club visions. Dennis shifts from mutant dance sonics to measured pop sensibilities, mimicking the disorienting feeling of not knowing whether you’re awake or asleep as the constant dream state switches hyperventilating UK bass for breathy iridescent folk cinematics. Speeding harpsichord-like trance synths morph into slinky acid basslines, vocals are eviscerated and elasticated, deconstructed club beats transition into hushed guitar plucks and glitchy reggaeton in effortless movements, with the sharp and gushing breakdowns of ‘Deer Teeth’ all at once captivating and movement inducing.