The Maghreban is not particularly a master in any of em, but the copious fields covered here are consistently engaging, always finding ways to squirm outside the realm of ordinary house: piano jazz, organic?/may as well be organic drumming/percussion fests, a hip-hop circa 1988 flashback, "L's Theme" interpreted as frisky dream-funk, trippy creepy creepers, bright+drony thumpers. Often boasts a bassy boogie that sneaks up on you, and enough moxie and space-squelchin' to conceivably confirm the album art is half-shmup.
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