Review: From his association with the Scandinavian Skweee scene, Mesak has gone on to flourish as an artist with his own strong sense of identity. The colourful bleeps and blips of his early days still feed strongly into his jagged constructions, but they're offset but deeper tones and textures and an overall ramp up in the production department. By this point, turning out flamboyant and gently scuffed electronics for the mighty Cleaning Tapes, his is the sound of a producer at the top of his game. There's a depth and diversity to the production, from the edgy clank of "Couscous Ripoff" to the charmingly scatterbrained warmth of "False Minod Demo", that proves Mesak to be an artist worth fully delving into.
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