Infected Senses - The Art Of Non-Expression 
Release Date: Out Now
Listening to an Infected Senses album is like spending the day rummaging in the record section of your local charity shops; always enjoyable, often fruitful and full of surprises. The one man Exeter electro machine has dropped new album 'The Art Of Non-Expression' on an unsuspecting public and we really must dive in to see what we find. 'Music Has Wasted Your Life (Human Touch Dub)' gets us going with a clattering beat and what sounds like Joanna Lumley chastising me for not doing a proper job (I've had dreams like this but I won't go there). 'A Reason' is a moodier, late 80s affair that wears only black and never smiles while 'The Art Of Non-Expression' is the sound of Nick Cave doing an avantgarde instructional video on how to take the perfect passport photo.
These tracks are not for the weak willed and 'Asemic Ensemble' is a great example of that as it grinds slowly through a fractured and angular landscape where life and has long since been forgotten. 'Electric Blue' eventually brings us back to the world of the loving with a sexy bassline and an even sexier 'erotic' sample before 'Her' does what Infected Senses does best - merges a funky track with mid-American voice recordings that simultaneously make no sense and make all the sense. The loose beat of 'Without Return' provides a beam for the various flurries of musical activity to orbit gently around while 'Where Did It End?' is a dreamy piece of electronica that eases the soul like a well formatted spreadsheet.
Penultimate track 'The Death Of The Author' is an experimental decline as the static on the world's last radio slowly dies out and the sound of silence starts to creep into every crevice. And then there's the final track. At nearly 14 minutes long, 'The Worst Jazz Solo Of All Time' features a lot of squeaky sax noises which is up there with bagpipes and the sound of a Tory politician in smug-mode for me so I've had more pleasurable quarter-hours but if anyone's thinking of doing a Twin Peaks reboot then I think I have the perfect song for you to hang an episode around. Infected Senses isn't for everyone - it's unlikely to be the music of choice for a girls night in around a bottle of Pinot or a boys pre-drinks before going to the footy - but if you're after something otherworldly or other-timely then turn your phone off and immerse yourself in these angular digital soundscapes.
More information: https://infectedsenses.bandcamp.com/album/the-art-of-non-expression