Burial - Untrue (Hyperdub)
18 Dec 2007
"a deeply personal album, designed for these frosty evenings when the dark is rising and you're waiting for buses in the cracked pavement wilderness. a weekend in the city it is not...."; release - '07
Burial has effortlessly followed the near perfect concept of his debut, in which South London was lost under a wave of depression. In terms of evolution, he's expanded his variations on a theme by the integration of vocals and more direct, dare I say it, commercial song structure, yet still seems years ahead of his dubstep contemporaries.
Untrue is a deeply personal album, designed for these frosty evenings when the dark is rising and you're waiting for buses in the cracked pavement wilderness. A Weekend in the City it is not.
The shrouded crackle of his underwater opus remains, but this time a more direct humanity bobs up, gasping for breath in half made sentences, swimming against the tide.
The references are two step, garage and old school rave, but Burial delves beyond their E'd up origins to find a soulful blues within the fabric of the song. The ghosts of club anthems ringing in your ears and through your soul, promising thrilling liaisons and simple connections. Their abject sexual hollowness cemented by their hazy memory.
The production surrounds you, drawing you into this dreamlike world, an engrossing yet disorienting trip through a metropolis of alienation and misconnected loneliness in crowds of shadows.
This is both the true sound of London today, and a cataclysmically accurate portrait of humanity at the start of the century. Utterly involving, horrifically compelling and truly essential.