You know within ten seconds whether a track called There Is No Tomorrow is going to earn the title, and Perry Wayne mostly does. This is riddim-leaning dubstep, built on that triplet bounce where the bass seems to trip over its own feet on purpose, and he keeps it lean enough that the groove never clogs up. The lead sound is a nasty, talkative growl that answers itself across the bar, more conversation than assault. He is working inside a well-worn template here, and the fun is entirely in how twitchy he keeps it, nudging the pattern so it stays jittery where most of the genre settles into the same three honks on a loop. The breakdown goes almost tender before it slams back, the oldest trick in the genre and still lethal every time someone actually commits to it. I would lose my mind to this in a dark room and feel slightly embarrassed about it the next morning. That is the correct response.
January
Chrome Daydream
Chrome stars, jelly hearts and holographic colour. A nod to the glossy, optimistic graphics of the early web.