This is comfort food, and I mean the good kind you are a little embarrassed to love this much. Out Of Control is Wilkinson back in his home lane: bright, vocal-forward liquid drum and bass engineered for the precise second the sun cracks over a festival field. The topline is huge and a touch anonymous, a hook that could belong to six different records, but the drums underneath snap hard enough to keep the whole thing from floating off into radio-edit nothing. Wilkinson has always had a knack for this uncomplicated euphoria, and when the rolling bassline finally kicks in there is a genuine lift to it that sidesteps whatever mood you walked in with. It is also the most predictable thing he could have made right now, every rise and release landing exactly where muscle memory expects it to. I do not especially mind. It will sound colossal at a festival and perfectly pleasant on your commute, and Wilkinson knows this trick cold. The trick still works. Predictable, polished, and weirdly hard to actually dislike.
January
Chrome Daydream
Chrome stars, jelly hearts and holographic colour. A nod to the glossy, optimistic graphics of the early web.