Raw, minimalist beat reprobacy from the mysterious Mophono who hails from San Francisco via a planet in the Andromeda Galaxy if the sheer, alien weirdness of this EP is anything to go by. I'm struggling for reference points but "M.O.3." could be a bizarre, bastardised form of grime shaken until all the metaphorical screws holding it together have come dangerously loose. Remember I said COULD be.
Favorite track: FLOTSAM.