The opening track stands as the most conventional cut here but interestingly enough, it also feels like the incipit offers a perfect breach for the whole EP to rush into. Engulfing everything in a sweep like a miry plughole, its backbone is clear-cut and incisive, quite predictable as well, but its driving build-up slowly falters and quivers as laser shots flash by, like a first symptom of the tempest rising. This is where the real fun begins.
‘B1‘ is the only real melody-driven cut of the pack – an arpeggiated line of high-pitched synth notes merging from a sleek, muffled background layer and then vanishing into a froth of white noise under the assaults of a fiery herd of breakbeat drums, sustained rimshots and sooty claps, repeatedly slashing its surface as the rhythm revs up. An irresistible slab of bouncy lo-fi tech breaking like a deadeye rogue twirl.
Drawing the blinds, ‘B2‘ descends into leftfield realms with equal conviction, delivering an appeased yet slightly more anxiety-inducing deflection. A few bleeps and bloops drip like stalactites, a dubbed-out bass line flutters and echoes in endless tunnels. The track feels strangely warm and cold, easy to relax to despite the malevolent vibe lingering. With this tense, deftly-maneuvered instalment, Milyakov carries on pushing in the right direction, stilly cementing his reputation as one of the few potential game-changers.