I remember getting this album in 2007 and just wondering what in the world it was, where it had come from, and if there was more of it. As it happened, there was more, as Burial’s self-titled album was still making waves when it’s successor came along and stomped again into the scene. This still makes me shake my head when I listen to it and it feels like an old, musty wool blanket that’s so soft, but delightfully imperfect. Worthless, but priceless.
Side B has the wonderful Homeless, which bangs in the best two-step way possible, but Shell of Light just floors me every time because it does what Burial does best: more with less. Fantastic.
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