Disconnect Yourself/Hollywood Dreamz

Disconnect Yourself is a skeleton groove of skittery analogue bleeps & bloops, fleshed out with white noise explosions over monotonous drums, crisp handclaps & plastic funk synth riffs all building to a hooligan coda of louche chaos. There are flavours of balearic, echoes of Madchester, hints of post-punk & the faint aroma of Bowie's Fame & Fashion.

But it's the songs lyrical content that really dresses this body in its glowering-glam glad rags; an anti-angsty existential ode to the limits of the human spirit in the adventure of the modern world 'sung' by a disconnected (and possibly unreliable) narrator

"I've got no future /I barely have a past /Head full of memories /But how long will they last?"
"I'm disconnected / Regurgitating words /No depth or feeling /Just repeating what I've heard"

The overall effect is something reminiscent of an LCD Soundsystem or Matthew Dear slowburner fronted by a slighty psycho-killer David Byrne

Disconnect Yourself is backed by 'Hollywood Dreamz (demo)' - a sort of 'Diplo meets Grace Jones at Compass Point with a tune he wants her to do for the Grand Theft Auto soundtrack'
Grace is, at the time of writing, still unreachable