An avant-dance producer with a Prince fetish who seves to reject "the crassness of contemporary culture"?
Adam Bainbridge, naturally, is hipster catnip, and yet you don't need an E8 postcode to enjoy this exceptionally artful debut. Bringing a lysergic haziness to bear on a collage of funk, disco, R & B and early house influences, it's like an Eighties mixtape played through an underwater radio: slo-mo, serpentine, and strangely moving, with the LCD-ish pathos of "House" a highlight.
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