randen Clarke, otherwise known as IG88, would maybe like to fool you into believing that he and his buttons are buried somewhere in between a spray of ambient elation and the sands of a remote desert planet – but there’s something else here. Something tangible and soulful, something raw and quick. Something like the full breath of a thunderhead, the shards of sparks following a blunt and sonic hit to the nail on the head.
Out of the roving and admittedly robotic mind of a human – flesh and blood – IG88 sounds nice and totally means to. Much like Clarke’s process, the work of IG88 wrestles with the past and the hilariously sudden future, and tells us a bit more about how to listen to it.