On the Horizon: Scorching, Luvian.

Although all-pervasive throughout this online hideout known as the www. where procrastination predominates, we're still far from all packed out on budding, clack-favouring bedroom producers. And with the richly flavoured works of Deco Child, Pablo Nouvelle and Crap Collage chucked into the mix of the mind over the past 24 hours alone, Brighton's Luvian smacks of another invaluable ingredient itching the precise spot where our tastes evidently – and largely inadvertently – may be located right around now. Arguably down to a quite remarkable upturn in conditions meteorological (or at least of those looming above the capital) My Life, lifted from what looks to be Luvian's d├ębut EP Jams, shimmies to a post-garage luminosity, all muffled synths, unintelligible samples and frazzled rhythms. The EP in itself is a total scorcher, although it's My Life that's the true blinder; sonically tantamount to a protracted stare into that bulb of glowing hydrogen overhead. And there appears to be a burning issue secluded within, with contorted vocals transposed down to scarcely discernible gurgles seeming to state: "I need a manager." Genuinely would if we could...

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