It's easy to see why Flying Lotus has built up such a high-profile following: Erykah Badu and Thom Yorke, who both guest on the LA producer's fourth album, are long-time devotees; Venus Williams, who does not, celebrated her Wimbledon doubles title this year by going raving in East London with him. Until the Quiet Comes is packed full of ideas. Among the most beguiling are the shimmering funk of The Nightcaller – percussion rustling through an undergrowth of squelching bass and gently murmured vocals – and the wind-up toy melody underpinning Putty Boy Strut. Badu's contribution to See Thru to U is casual and abstracted, but no less gorgeous for that, while FlyLo's jazz background is filtered through curious found sounds on the title track. But FlyLo's albums tend to be slight, and this is no exception: these tracks feel less like fully fleshed-out compositions than lightly drawn sketches started, but not always finished, from a spontaneous jam session.
Flying Lotus: Until the Quiet Comes – review
Alex Macpherson is a freelance journalist who writes for The Guardian, New Statesman, Metro, Fact and Attitude. He distracts himself by checking tennis results, attending street dance classes and trawling for new music in the name of research