Newcomer Sim Hutchins has gone from Ecology Tapes to No Pain In Pop in just one move, and that is surely something to praise the lad for. Moreover, he lands on the American label with a weighty album, a nine track beast made up of deranged house beats, pseudo noise landscapes, and ketamine-laced techno. Our favourite moments on here include "Isolationist Revival SQUAD" for its broken patterns and grainy bundles of sound circling around it, the lo-fi synths of "Concrete Over Roman Gardens", and the drone that slip into moulds of bass on "Wasp Cell". It's one not to be slept on, and highly recommended.
Sim Hutchins has quickly rised in the ranks, going from No Pain In Pop to taking the controls on Local Action with his debut LP, Clubeighteen2thirty. This is no easy ride through the placid realms of electronica, however, as Hutchins lays down some insanely provocative drum machine rhythms and broken loops of all shapes and sizes. In fact, the continuity between tracks like "Baby You're A Drug" and "Her Lazer Lout Eyes" is clearly audible even though they represent two different moods. The vision, the sound, and the style is invariably visible, though, making this a stand-out album for us. Both for this week, and probably for this year. Keep your ears peeled...