Sibu kicks out another two-track digital EP every month or two, and they\u2019re always worth paying attention to. The Athens-based producer has a peerless sense of texture, timbre and atmosphere, drawing on global sounds from east, west and south \u2013 though the references manifest as phantasmal mementos, rather than cheap, flashy souvenirs from jaunts abroad. Let\u2019s call it precision uncertainty. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Earlier releases,\nlike the cumbia-via-Cairo of \u201cJasmin\u201d, often struck a nice\nbalance of catchiness and eeriness (and the extensive Radical Grid<\/em>\nremix series is a bounty of psychedelic dancefloor gold). Sibu\u2019s\nrecent EPs have leaned more decisively toward the murky and\nmysterious, and his latest continues that arc. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n The title track of Oshiete<\/em> is an ominous, almost funereal creeper \u2013 a gathering of dark clouds that hold off breaking into a full downpour. It\u2019s really just a patient buildup to the second track, \u201cMiftah\u201d, an arid phantom processional adorned with goblet drum and ghostly bird calls, deftly blurring the distinction between welcome mat and warning sign.<\/p>\n\n\n\n