Powell

London’s Powell works with opposites, in a way that’s delightfully disconcerting. His tracks, on the surface, seem relatively uniform – but listen closer, or at punishing volume, and they teem with detail: wiry guitars, sinister yelps, synth figures that fizz like bubbles through sparkling water. On ‘Fizz’, sub-bass throbs like a motorbike engine, paired with his distinctive guitar scribbles. ‘Wharton Tiers On Drums’ sets panicked vocal cut-ups to a rapid motorik chug. And the sketchlike rhythmic pummelling of ‘Beats’ plays almost like a DJ tool, a reminder that even this strangest and most angular of music can lay waste to dancefloors.

• 1 fizz
• 2 wharton tiers on drums
• 3 beat