In “Some Time,” taste, as that second cup of coffee settles in your sour stomach, tobacco, crude oil, sandpaper, danish flakes, fruit punch, bags of day-old canapés, light wood, congeners, and bunsen burners. David Russell’s machine percolates with ease: anticipating indecent exposure, yet weary enough to keep it under wraps. The groove is wild enough to unbalance, yet tame enough to hold your coffee. The dance floor is fit for a stumblebum with basement tendencies. Note the washed hair, clean but greasy, as stray shampoo globs lube the dance floor, as “Some Time” continues to sputter, gurgle, and glide.
• David Russell: https://soundcloud.com/david-russell-13
• Egg, Eggs: http://eggeggs.bandcamp.com
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